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ain't no rest for the wicked - chapter two
ain't no rest for the wicked series
two: trouble will find you
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Tess Servopoulos x f!reader x Joel Miller
words: 6.9k
summary: After weeks of nothing, you finally hear from Tess and Joel again.
warnings: dark-ish Joel and Tess, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Tess, boston QZ, QZ life, bittersweet ending/no happily ever after, poorly negotiated d/s-style dynamics, poor communication, enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v, degradation, face slapping, pussy slapping, spanking, stalking, canon-typical violence, threesome, cum eating, light rope bondage, shower sex
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dividers by @saradika-graphics
Weeks go by, and nothing weird happens. You can’t say you aren’t disappointed, but they didn’t say it was going to be a repeat thing. They definitely implied it, sure, but you could be cool about it.
So you had the best orgasms of your life with two of the most unhinged people you’ve ever met. Who needs hinges, anyway? And why do people say unhinged?
Wait, does it mean open? Like they’re unhinged because they have no door? Because, in that case, they’re two of the most hinged people you’ve ever met.
God, you miss when you could ask Google. Or Yahoo. Or Jeeves. Man, the internet was so cool. You bet your fucking Neopets are dead.
By the time you circle back and decide that you’re pretty sure unhinged does not mean open, you’ve autopiloted home.
You turn the key until it clicks and push open the door to your flat. At first glance, there’s no explanation for the way the world seems tilted just so.
Except for the little folded scrap of paper on your shitty rusted table. When you pick it up, something garishly yellow flutters to the ground.
It’s unmistakably a sunflower petal. It’s winter. Where the fuck—
No. Nope. You do not want to follow that thought; you want to let it fuck right off.
You rub the petal between your fingers. It’s so sinfully soft, there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s real.
The paper just says “tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Tomorrow what? Tomorrow when?
When you open your cabinet to grab a can of soup, the first can you pick up rattles. It also doesn’t have a lid, so. There’s that.
You groan out loud. If you don’t look and just put it back, will it disappear into the other dimension from where it came?
In the end, you peek anyway, and yep. Sunflower seeds. Baked and salted, from the smell.
The implications are unsettling. In their minds, are you cannibalizing yourself at their whim? Are you consuming yourself in a pursuit of pleasure?
Are you really fucking overthinking it?
Tomorrow. For cripes sake. There’s no way you sleep tonight.
Except once you’ve had your soup and nibbled away at most of the sunflower seeds, your full belly lures you into the quiet of the night.
You’re nearly as jittery at work as you were the first time. Granted, you’re a little less afraid of them and more anxiously excited, but the thought of them sends your leg bouncing.
Your chair squeaks the whole time.
“Hey Sam,” you say as casually as possible to your deskmate.
“What?” He says warily.
“Do you know where I could get a horseshoe?”
“A… what?”
“A horseshoe, you know, like horses wear.”
“A singular horseshoe? Do I even want to ask why?”
“Yeah, just one. And no, probably not? Let’s say I’m just really into country chic decor right now.”
Sam turns back away from you.
Typical.
You’re getting ready to leave when you realize you don’t actually remember their address. You’re pretty sure you could find the right building since you walked yourself home, but there’s an uncomfortably large margin of error.
Also, the stupid note didn’t give a time. Should you go home first? Maybe they’ve broken in again to leave a little clue?
You’re saved from figuring it out when you find Joel in exactly the same place as before. You don’t startle this time—you’d peeked around the corner on purpose.
“Hi,” you say, fingers wrapping around your backpack straps.
“Hi.” It’s brusque and he’s scowling, doesn’t even look at you.
“I-I could have walked over. I don’t wanna inconvenience—“
“You’re not. I don’t want you walkin’ by yourself.”
“Ok.” You kind of wish Tess was there. You like Joel fine, but she’s at least a little more talkative. Even if everything out of her mouth throws you off center.
Actually, this is probably fine. Maybe you’ll still have your wits about you when you get there.
He keeps a little distance ahead. Not enough to lose you in the crowd but enough that it almost looks like you aren’t following him. Like he doesn’t want to be seen with you.
You don’t have hurt feelings. It’s fine. People might think he was cheating on Tess, you get it.
Whatever the fuck they were doing with you was certainly not cheating.
Tess is already in the kitchen when you get there. Joel hovers in the living room until you head in, like he thinks maybe you’ll snoop through the apartment if he doesn’t keep watch.
You’re not that stupid. That’s a fucking death wish.
She’s cleaning a pan. Joel grumbles at her about leaving it for him, and she rolls her eyes while he pulls out your chair.
You remember this, at least, and manage not to make a fool out of yourself.
Tess dries her hands and sits down across from you. “Hey, sunflower. You miss us?”
You burn up immediately, wishing it were literal. It’s like she knows you’ve had fingers stuffed up your cunt every night, remembering how they felt. How you buried your face in the pillow and wished it was the soft folds of her.
She chuckles. “Don’t worry, we missed you too. We’ll show you how much later.”
Joel sets hot plates down in front of you both, followed by glasses of water, before he takes his own seat.
You wonder if this is a special production or if they’re letting you see their natural domesticity.
If you thought dinner last time was a delicacy, nothing could have prepared you for this.
The slab of meat is unmistakably pork and rests on a bed of baked apple slices beside yellow squash and pale zucchini rounds.
You look up from your plate with wide eyes.
“Best not to ask,” Joel says.
You nod. This time, you go slow, savoring each bite. It can’t be real, you think. It can’t really be yours.
But they let you eat everything on your plate. No one snatches it away or scolds you for touching something you don’t deserve. Tess seems downright pleased when you set your fork down for the last time.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You finally blurt.
Tess quirks an eyebrow. “Thought we made ourselves clear last time. When you’re here, you’re ours.”
“And we take care of what’s ours,” Joel says. When you snap your head to look at him, his eyes are dark and narrowed. Like he’s angry at the insinuation that they wouldn’t.
“O-okay,” you say, fixing your gaze back on your plate.
He stands up and clears the dishes, piling them in the sink.
Tess takes you by the hand and leads you out of the room. You expect her to stop at the couch again, but she takes you into what must be their shared bedroom.
Joel shuts the door behind him when he comes in. The room is warm and dark, the winter sun having retreated for the day already.
They don’t give you a moment to work yourself up. Tess is already kissing you as she walks you back to the bed. Instead of pushing you into it like you expect, she tugs you to a stop when your knees run into the mattress.
Her mouth moves down your neck as she easily discards your clothes. You shrink a little, and she tugs on your hair, forcing your head back so you look her in the eye.
“No being shy, now,” she warns. “S’ours to look at anyway.”
She peels your arms away from where they had instinctually folded across your breasts. Moving to one side, she smirks at Joel.
“Look at your little pet, baby. Ain’t she pretty?”
His hand brushes the curve of your breast, barely making contact but drawing a shiver from you anyway. “Sure is. A real sight for sore eyes.” His thumb finds your nipple, and you moan, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
He pinches it, smirking when you gasp.
“You look like you got a plan,” he says to Tess.
“You want two cunts to fuck today, baby?” She says.
You can almost see the switch flip in his brain. “Yes, please, ma’am,” he says.
She presses a much chaster kiss to your lips before patting the mattress. “Hop up, sunflower. On your back, head right here.”
Once you’re situated, she tucks a pillow under your head and climbs on top of you, settling her cunt right where you need it. When you try to touch her, though, Joel stops you, catching your wrists.
“Keep ‘em by your sides, or I’ll tie ‘em down.”
Tess laughs, dragging a finger through your folds. “I think she wants you to, baby.”
He crouches down by your head. “S’that so?”
You look at him from where you’re trying to reach Tess with your mouth, but she’s lifted her hips just a little too high. You whine.
“Yes, sir.”
His grin is otherworldly, all sharp teeth and shadow. “Attagirl,” he says, patting your cheek.
His hands are gentle but competent as he binds each wrist to the bed, stretched out to the posts of the footboard. Tess sits on your face while he works, letting you overstimulate yourself between her wet cunt and his control.
Once you’re secure, she leans forward and flicks her tongue over your clit, pulling a gasp that deepens into a drawn-out moan as she continues.
You whine when she lifts her hips back up just too far for you to lick inside her. Joel grabs your hair and holds you in place, dipping his cock into your mouth.
“Get it nice and wet for her, sunflower.”
You try your very hardest to give him the sloppiest blowjob you can while being held still.
When he pulls out, he presses his balls to your mouth, and you respond with soft licks as he notches his tip at the slick entrance of Tess’s cunt.
“Lick her,” he grunts, resisting the urge to plunge in all the way.
You’re on fire. This has to be, hands down, the filthiest thing you’ve ever done, but he props the pillow up more so you don’t have to strain your neck when you lick down his cock to where he’s splitting her open.
She moans into your pussy.
He holds you there, with your tongue flat against where he pushes in deeper. When he’s buried, you flick your tongue to his balls and back.
“Suck them,” he pants, and you obey, stretching your mouth around him.
He starts to thrust gently, not wanting to jostle himself against your teeth, but he loses patience eventually and yanks you off to shove you to her clit.
You’re squirming as she works you over, three fingers deep, stretching you to get you ready for Joel. You suck and lick at her clit as she cums, meaning to lick her through it and keep going for another.
But Joel tugs you back to lick where she leaks around him.
You’re glad he tied you down. It’s all so much, almost too much, and you don’t think you could have held still. The rope’s embrace holds the last shred of your sanity.
At some point, you started whimpering against them, pleading as best you can without pulling your mouth away.
“Aw, you wanna cum?” she mocks with an affected simper.
“No,” Joel grunts, his hips snapping hard against her. “Only way she's coming tonight is on my cock.”
You sob a little bit, and she pulls back to slap your aching clit. Your hips buck, and you nearly lose the fight.
“Oh, she fuckin’ loved that, baby,” she tells him.
“‘Course she did, she’s a fuckin’ slut for us.” He says.
You moan. You think you should probably care that they’re talking about you like this. Actually, you do care. You care a lot. It’s so fucking hot.
“You’re just our little whore, sunflower?” he says.
You nod minutely with Tess’s clit pinched between your lips, and she cums again, her slick rubbing on your face with each stroke of his dick.
“Alright,” she says, tapping his hand where it grips her hip.
He pulls out and unties your wrists. Tess lets you keep lapping at her for a minute, but when you’re free, she slides off you and sprawls, languid and satisfied.
He gives you a light slap on the cheek. “Trade places.”
You sit up and lay on your stomach to the side to let Tess move to where you had been. But first, she rolls to face you and pulls you in for a deep, slow kiss.
You go to tangle your fingers in her hair, but she catches your wrist, rubbing her thumb over the ridges left behind.
“That’s enough,” Joel growls, yanking you by the ankle.
Tess laughs. “Don’t wanna be left out, baby?”
“Wanna get my fuckin’ dick back in one of ya,” he says.
She gets situated with her head down at the end of the bed and tugs at you to climb over her. You waste no time diving back into her cunt until Joel smacks you hard on the ass.
“Did I tell you to start up?”
“No, sir,” you say, voice breaking a little with desperation and a little shame.
He slaps the other side of your ass for good measure. Unlike the way he eased into Tess, he doesn’t wait to push into you.
You’re so grateful for Tess stretching you out before. His cock feels impossible. You cry out into her bush.
Your wriggle, and she holds you still with a powerful grip on your hips, licking at your clit while he shoves forward.
“That’s right. Shit,” he slaps your ass again when you squirm. “Hold still and fucking take it, girl.”
Your cries are muffled, but you’re not protesting. It’s just so fucking much.
Tess distracts you from the sting and pinch of him by gently biting your clit, which hurts a hell of a lot more but also makes you a hell of a lot wetter, ultimately easing his passage. Enough so that he slams the rest of the way in.
Your mind whites out when he starts pounding into you. Tess shifts to lick at where you’re broken open on him, and your fists tighten in the sheets.
“Please,” you whine, breaking away from her cunt only long enough to beg.
“What d’you think, baby? She been good enough for you tonight?”
He rubs his hand over the side of your thigh and hums. You hold your breath. You’re pretty sure he’s just teasing you, but it’s a fucking struggle not to cum.
“Yeah, she’s been a real good girl,” he says. “Go on, sunflower, cum on my fucking cock.”
It hurts. It hurts where you clamp down around him. It hurts where Tess is relentless against your clit. But it’s maybe the hardest you’ve ever come—you’re pretty sure you blacked out.
When the world filters back in around you, you’re laying with your head on her, giving pathetic little kitten licks to her clit. Joel’s fucking you down into her, and when he sees that you’re semi-present, he shoves your head back into her folds.
“Again,” he snarls, and your body listens. Spasms. Falls apart again.
Vaguely, you’re aware of him begging Tess and desperately asking where he’s allowed to come. Whatever they decide, he pulls out abruptly. She slips out from under you and yanks you onto your back, swinging a leg over your hip to grind against you.
You reach for her with limp arms, and she finally, finally lets you cup her breasts as Joel tugs his aching cock and warm cum splatters across your face, tits, and arms.
You don’t even hear him walk away, but he comes back a minute later with a warm, damp towel to find you scooping some of his cum into your mouth. He groans, cock twitching.
“You gotta stop that, sunflower, or I’m gonna need that mouth again.”
You look up at him with wide eyes and part your lips.
He fists his cock and looks at Tess. She’s dozing off already but nods. He cleans her first, gently wiping away incidental splatter and residue of her own pleasure from her thighs.
You wait patiently with your mouth open and he rewards you by easing gently into your throat. He’s fully hard again now.
He fills your throat easier at this angle. Well, easier for him.
“Breathe,” he says, gripping the back of your head. “That’s it, sunflower, just breathe. You’re takin’ it so well.”
He helps himself to handfuls of your breasts, rubbing and tugging at your nipples while he chases his second orgasm.
“Cum with me. Show me what a fuckin’ cumslut you are,” he grunts between thrusts.
Tess leans over close to you. “Don’t swallow, sunflower.”
He pulls out a little right as he cums to let it pool in your mouth. It’s a fucking struggle as you let your own orgasm roll over you. When he pulls out, Tess pulls you in for a kiss and shares in his spend.
Again, the fucking filthiest sex you’ve ever had. You’re not sure how you managed it, but you’re not going to voice a single damn doubt, not going to risk whatever this is.
He finally cleans you off and putters around the room, tossing the towel in a hamper and tugging his clothes back on.
“I’m followin’ her home,” he murmurs to Tess while you’re in the bathroom.
She sits up. “What happened?”
“Tell ya more when I get back. But her place is too close to the boundary, and I caught a little tip-off when I was waiting to pick her up.”
Tess frowns but by the time you come out, dressed and refreshed, they’re lounging on the bed.
“C’mere,” Tess says before you can speak or move for the door. She tugs you down to the bed. “How’re you feeling?”
“Good,” you say automatically. You’re not actually sure. Everything’s a little fuzzy; the world wrapped in a cotton ball. You may or may not be shaking a little.
“You sure you’re okay to get home safe?”
“Mhm.” Your eyes are heavy, though, and the way her nails are tracing swirls up and down your arm is making you woozy.
You must have dozed a little because Joel’s coming back in the room and you didn’t know he ever left.
He hands you a mug of tea and sets a plate on the bed beside you.
“Gotta eat something. Y’look like ya might faint on your way,” he says at your crinkled face.
You sip from the tea and close your eyes as the warmth and sweetness crawl through you. “Thank you,” you say.
Tess has you leaning against her still, and you stay that way while you eat the sandwich Joel made. As it dwindles, your awareness of the situation grows stiff and uncomfortable.
You sit up. “Thank you, but um. I better get going.” You’re only a little dizzy when you stand up.
Joel takes the dishes out of your hands. “Sure you’re alright?”
“Yep,” you lie. “So, um. Have a good night.” It feels stilted, after what you’ve all just shared, but what else do you say to your two-time hookups? You skedaddle before it can get weirder.
You would have said yes this time, you think, if he had offered to walk you home again.
It’s only a week later when there’s a knock at your door.
There’s never a knock at your door. No one visits; there’s no one to visit.
You stare at the door for a minute, sitting on your bed eating room-temperature peas out of a can with your only spoon. The noise had startled you, and now you’re going to have to launch a search and rescue mission.
It knocks again. Well. Not it, you suppose, not the door. Whoever is on the other side.
You stand up, spoon hanging from your mouth, and open it with the chain still latched.
“Y’ain’t even gonna ask who it is?” Joel snaps.
You shut it and remove the chain, opening it all the way to reveal his scowl.
“Hi,” you say through clenched teeth where they hold onto the spoon. You’ve got one hand on the door and the other on your can of peas.
“You don’t even have a peephole. What’re you doing, just opening the door for strangers?”
“You’re not a stranger.” You’ve stuck the spoon into the remaining peas so you can speak clearly.
“You didn’t know it was me.”
You step back to let him in, eyeing him as he steps through the doorway.
He narrows his eyes at you. “What? I got somethin’ on my face?”
“No,” you say, not at all suspiciously, and cringe internally when your eyes can’t help but dart up and then back to him.
He turns and looks above the door where you’ve nailed a blue plastic horseshoe. Despite his apprehension, Sam had actually found one—leftover from some children’s game.
Though now you were wondering if it was less about the horseshoe shape and more about the properties of a ferried shoe. Maybe intent? Maybe the metal? Maybe it had to have been worn by a horse? You had never really listened to your grandmama. She was just a crazy old lady.
Or at least, you thought she was. But now there are mushroom zombies, so. Who knows.
Joel looks back at you with an eyebrow raised. “Doing some decorating?”
“Uh-huh,” you mumble, trying not to feel embarrassed. Then you remember that Joel being here is the weird part of this situation. You refuse to feel weirder than that.
“So, um,” you start.
He steps closer and tucks his fingers under your chin, thumb brushing over your cheek. It’s impressive how little it takes now for your brain to shut up.
“Hi,” you squeak.
“Y’said that already, sunflower.” He takes the can from you and sets it on the counter.
“Right,” you say, feeling a little ensnared by his gaze. “You have really pretty eyes.”
To your surprise, he blushes a little. His eyes go wide and his lips part. Instead of a response, he hides his reaction by kissing you so you’re too close to see the pink of his cheeks.
He turns you so he can press you against the door, licking into your mouth and pressing a thigh between your legs. It turns hungry very quickly, and you moan, spurring him on to slide his hands up your shirt.
“Not that I—“ you try, but he doesn’t let up. “Ah—hang on,” you turn your face.
He takes it as an invitation to nip and suck on your neck. You’re still distracted, but at least you can attempt to string together a sentence.
“Not that I mind,” a gasp draws out the words, “but why-yyy are you here?”
“Wanted your advice on interior design,” he says, jerking his head to the horseshoe, “but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
“Oh, shut up,” you try to say, but he’s latched back on to the sensitive area near your shoulder that has you abandoning your train of thought.
“Need you,” he says against your skin before he breaks away to tug your shirt over your head.
You can’t argue with that. Well, you could, but why would you want to when he’s got his hands and mouth on your breasts?
He grabs and pins your wrists above your head in one hand. The other pinches at whichever nipple isn’t currently in his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp.
He smirks around his mouthful before biting down so you cry out. His fingers find the seam of your leggings, stroking over to feel you squirm.
“Please,” you whimper.
He slaps your breast. “You wanna try that again?”
“Please, sir.”
“Down.”
You sink to your knees, but he doesn’t pull his cock out right away. Instead, he cups your cheek in his hand, watching closely as your eyes flutter shut and you lean against his hand.
“You still okay with all this?” he says, immovable gruffness betrayed by a hint of genuine concern.
You nod against his hand.
He draws his hand back, and a whine from you. It’s cut off by a sharp, but clearly restrained, slap. “Words, princess.”
“Yes, sir.” It caught you off guard, but you find you like the faint sting and heat of it.
“Yeah? Even that?”
He seems serious, no hint of a smirk or glint to his eye, so you pause to consider.
“I liked it,” you decide. “Felt nice. Made me want to please you.”
Now he grins and slaps you again. It’s not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to make you gasp.
The heat spreads through you, and your mouth falls open, eyes following his hand as it drags away from your face to grasp his length through his pants.
“See what you’ve done?” He grips your chin tight with his other hand. “Gonna take care of that for me?”
“Please, sir.”
He pops the button open on his jeans and drags the zipper down unbearably slowly. You whine, and his fingers dig into your jaw.
“Be good,” he says. He draws his cock out and gives himself a few strokes just an inch from your mouth.
You look up at him and stick your tongue out. You want to whine, but you’re afraid if you’re not good, he’ll just fuck his hand.
He releases your chin. “Go on,” he says.
You kiss the sticky tip, licking the residue from your lips before taking his cock into your mouth. You moan in tandem, and his hand finds purchase on the back of your head.
“This place is kind of a shithole,” he says, looking around your tiny cube of a home.
“Gee, tha—“
He doesn’t let you finish, shoving you back down on his cock.
He fucks into you for a while, enjoying the way you moan around him when his dick bruises the back of your throat.
When he yanks you back suddenly, you gasp for air but try to get your mouth back around him.
“No, stop,” he says. “I don’t wanna cum yet. Want your cunt.”
You whine, and he almost caves, looking at the pure hunger with which you’re regarding his swollen, angry cock.
“I said no,” he says instead, jerking your head a little.
“Sorry, sir,” you say with a sigh.
He looks over your shoulder. “Y’ain’t even got a fuckin’ bed.”
You follow his gaze to your perfectly fine mattress. “I do so!”
“That ain’t a bed, sunflower. That’s a mattress with no box or frame.”
“Wait, hang on, haven’t you been here already?”
“Nah, that was Tess who stopped by.”
“That’s a funny way to say broke in.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “You complainin’?”
You look up at the horseshoe for a moment. “Nah, I guess not.”
He looks at it, too, and back to you. “I don’t wanna know. You got a shower?”
“You hate my bed that much?”
“No, I’ve been shovelin’ ash all day. M’not gonna fuck you like this, just need to rinse off.” He should have gone home first, he knows, but going back to an empty apartment just compounds his anxiety. He took a hard labor job on purpose, hoping it would distract him from the tightness in his chest.
It’s not that he doesn’t know Tess can handle herself. He just hates it when she goes alone for a deal.
“Yeah, okay,” you say. Before you move the towel away from the bathroom door, you stomp hard a couple of times and then wait a moment before opening it.
He decides not to ask.
“C’mon,” he says, tugging you by the hand into the tiny bathroom. At least you have a combination tub, so it won’t be too tight of a squeeze.
You start the shower for him and dig around in the cabinet for a clean towel. He reaches past you and grabs another.
“Wh—I got you one,” you protest.
“Y’ain’t gettin’ in with me?”
Oh. “Oh,” you say. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“But do you want to?” he asks, suddenly very close, backing you up against the sink. His hand lingers at the side of your throat.
“Uh-huh,” you nod.
“Then get in,” he says, tugging you away from the counter and giving a smack to your ass.
You yelp and strip down as he does the same. But he stops halfway through shucking off his pants after looking at the tile where his shirt landed.
“Do you eat in here?”
“What? No.”
“There are crumbs all over the floor.”
“Oh, those’re for Estella and Georgie.”
“I don’t want to know, do I?”
“Probably not.” You pause. “On second thought, you should. They’re mice. Please don’t hurt them.”
“Estella and Georgie are mice.”
“Yeah.”
“From outside.”
“Yeah.”
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. His exasperation does not, you’d like to point out, stop him from stepping into the shower behind you.
His body cages you in, wrapping himself around you from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder for a moment while his hands dance down each rib and over your stomach. They slide back up to your breasts, crossed to hold you against his chest while he gropes you.
You arch a little, as much as you can in his iron grip, and revel in the press of his hard cock against your ass. He groans when you roll your hips against it. You whine when he releases you, and he swats at your thigh.
“Let me get clean,” he scolds. “That was the whole point of this.”
Still, he can’t resist lathering your tits with his soapy hands and drinking the moans from your lips.
“I thought you were gonna fuck me,” you whine.
His fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze just so, sending sparks down your spine.
“I thought you were gonna be my good little girl,” he growls in your ear.
You whimper, involuntarily grinding back against him. “I want to. Please, I want to be—”
“What? Say it, baby.”
“I wanna be good,” you say.
His hand tightens until you squeak a little. “No, no, baby. Say, ‘I want to be your good little girl, sir.’”
You’re burning up. You can’t even blame the shower, because even the hottest water you get isn’t that hot. You whisper it back.
He eases up on your throat. “Can’t hear ya. Speak up.”
“I want to be your good little girl!” you blurt. “Um. Sir.”
He chuckles, dark and low, and the breath sends goosebumps skittering down your arms. “Yeah? You want to be my good girl and take my cock?” His hand slides down, almost where you need it, but he stops short of parting your lips, the tip of his finger brushing gently.
“Please,” you whine.
His middle finger dips in just enough to graze your clit. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.”
You grind back against him; a frustrated sob lodged in your throat. It slips free when he rubs a slow, gentle circle. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”
You cry out when he pulls his hand away, but it’s only so he can push you up against the wall, hand between your shoulder blades to bend you forward. You brace yourself on the chilly cheap plastic.
He takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock against your slippery cunt. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like you really want to get fucked.”
“But I’m so wet,” you protest.
“We’re in the shower, sunflower, ‘course you’re wet.”
You’re rapidly losing your grip on your sanity and also the wall, so you reach back and grab his hips, shoving yourself onto his cock. You’re not stretched enough to take it all, not even with your momentum, but the fat head of him pushes into you.
You and Joel gasp in unison, his hands tightening where they hold you, fingernails digging in. You moan, bringing your hands back to the wall as he pushes forward, voice breaking into a keen as he splits you.
He groans and grinds in deeper. “What a greedy fucking slut,” he says, having regained his senses. “Couldn’t wait, huh? You need it that bad?”
“Uh-huh,” you pant between thrusts.
“Alright,” he says, and then he stops. He holds still, buried balls-deep.
“No,” you sob.
“What?” He cracks a hand across your ass, grinning when you moan. “You want it that bad? Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You do. You rock yourself on it, trying to chase your pleasure on him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, to which you sputter a protest. You’d been careful so far not to get it wet.
“You got something to say?” He spanks you again. “Spit it out.”
But you’ve already forgotten about your hair, because no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to get the angle right. Your orgasm lies far out of reach.
You whine instead. “Please fuck me.”
“What’s the matter? You’re the one who helped yourself to my cock. Now ya don’t know what to do with it?”
You think you might actually cry. No, yep, tears are stinging in the corners of your eyes. You look back at him over your shoulder and hope you look pathetic enough for him to take mercy.
“Aw, baby, look at you,” he croons. “Shouldn’t have been so greedy, huh?”
“M’sorry,” you say. “M’sorry, sir, I promise I’ll be good.”
“You better,” he says, and then finally, finally shoves roughly into you.
The pace he sets meticulously takes you apart. His cock batters at you, his tight grip on your body unrelenting as he takes and takes and takes.
“So much better now, huh?” he says.
“Yes—oh fuck, s-so much. Thank you, sir.”
“Attagirl,” he moans. “Touch yourself, baby.”
You’re quick to obey, longing for his thick, calloused fingers.
But he knows that already. “See? Ya just can’t do it right yourself. Just let me make you feel good, okay?”
You’re nodding before he’s done talking. He wrenches your hand away and reaches down to pinch your clit.
“Now,” he growls. It’s a good thing, too, because you were already starting to fall apart.
He fucks you through it, and another, and another. Between the contrast of the warm water and cold wall, the brutal slap of his hips against your ass, and the dizzying pleasure, you feel fuzzy around the edges.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans. “Kneel.”
He steps back just enough to let you turn and drop to your knees. The water ricochets off his back as he plunges into your waiting mouth, and you swallow him down.
When he eases out, you’re soaked from the spray.
“Think we need to clean up again?” you say.
“Nah, why bother? I ain’t done with you yet.”
“What?” you gasp.
“Not a chance, sweetheart. Dry off and go lay on that sad little thing you call a bed for me, alright?”
It’s actually easier for him this way, he tells you with a smirk. “Ain’t gotta worry about my knees.” He’s lowered himself to the floor, with your ass perched on the end of the mattress.
Practically lounging, he’s spread your thighs to carve a space for himself, holding you as he takes his sweet time. For a goddamn eternity, all he does is kiss and bite your thighs, with the occasional soft lick to your folds. But he doesn’t dip in, doesn’t seek out your pleasure.
No, it’s very clear that this is for him. Which is not to say he doesn’t want you to feel good; he very much does. But tonight, he has the luxury of time and a comfortable angle to do whatever the fuck he wants.
You’re shaking, legs trembling, when his tongue finally nudges inside, just a quick flit of his tongue into your cunt before he drags it up to your clit.
“Please,” you sob, much like you have been. But this time, it’s different. He can tell from the way you’re squirming and clenching down.
“Give it to me,” he growls into you, and sucks at your clit until you come.
It feels like hours. There’s no way it can be, really, but he works you over again and again until you can’t take it anymore. You’re crying, real tears sliding down the sides of your face, and your hips move of their own accord in an attempt to escape.
He doesn’t let you out of it that easy. His hand comes down against your cunt before you realize he let go of your leg. And fuck, it feels good, but also, you might be dying?
“Can’t, I can’t,” you whine.
“You sure? I think you got one more in ya.”
“Fuck,” you sob.
He eases up a little, fucking you with his tongue while his fingers rub gently around your clit. When you cum, you have to bite your fist not to scream. He holds you down with a strong arm across your hips as you buck and struggle.
But he backs off as soon as you’re coming down. “Attagirl, that’s it. So good for me,” he murmurs, climbing up onto the mattress beside you.
He rolls you over into his arms and kisses your forehead, nose, and lips. “Such a good girl, takin’ everything I wanted.”
You’re limp. You think maybe he’s one of those vampires. What did they call them? Energy vampires? Or are you thinking of some kind of demon?
Anyway, you think he drained your life force out of your cunt. You can’t keep your eyes open, and your limbs are heavy. You’re sleepin’ with the fishes, you think, and giggle a little.
“You okay?” he says.
“Mhm, m’just so sleepy,” you mumble. Even your lips feel too heavy to move.
“I gotcha, sunflower; you can sleep.” He kisses your forehead again and tugs your comforter up around you both.
There’s a knock on your door for the second time in twelve hours. That’s more than the last twelve months.
You startle awake and yank the sheet up to your neck, but relax a little when you see Joel. He’s already hefted himself up and approached the door.
The knock comes again, but this time you notice there’s a pattern to it.
“Who is it?” he says anyway.
“Just me,” Tess says.
Joel unlatches the locks and lets her in.
“Thought I might find you here,” she says, low and quiet.
“You okay?” he says.
“Yeah, but I need your help with some cleanup. How’s she?”
“Good,” you whisper.
Tess does a double take. “Thought you were sleeping, sunflower.”
“Was, but people keep banging my door down today.” You yawn and for some reason, reach your arms up.
She obliges your sleepy plea, coming close enough to bend down and kiss you. “Don’t worry,” she says. “We’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Okay,” you agree. But something falls in your spine, something sad and heavy and taboo.
“I gotta go back out. Meet me downstairs,” she says to Joel, who’s getting his filthy clothes back on. She gives you a kiss on the forehead. “Be a good girl and go back to sleep.”
You hum your agreement and lay back down against your pillow.
Joel crouches down by the mattress. “Sorry, sunflower, we gotta get goin’,” he says, giving your cheek a brief caress.
The disappointment is there and gone so fast, he thinks maybe he imagined it. Maybe he just wanted to see it.
But it was real, much to your displeasure. You didn’t want them to think you were getting greedy, that you felt any entitlement to their time.
“Okay.”
“Need ya to lock up behind us.”
“Just turn the thingy before you close the door,” you mumble, trying to spare your poor feet the pain of the frigid floor.
The look he levels you is nothing short of furious. “You tryin’ to be funny?”
“No?”
“That flimsy little joke ain’t gonna protect you. Your hinges are too weak; anyone could kick that in. At least the deadbolt and chain would buy you a minute.”
“It’s cold,” you whine. But you know he’s right. After all, Tess got in and out without causing any damage. Hang on, though. What was that about weak hinges?
Does that make you… unhinged? You laugh out loud at your joke. Your daddy always said it was a good thing you thought you were funny, ‘cause no one else would.
He ignores it and yanks the blanket off you.
“Hey!”
“You can have it back when you get up.”
“Mean.”
“You think this is mean? I’m fixin’ to put you over my knee and change your little attitude.”
Your eyes go wide, and there’s a tell-tale heart(beat) buried beneath your panties. “You wouldn’t.”
“You damn well know I would.”
You swallow hard around the sudden ache in your throat where his cock should be.
You get up and shuffle over to him. “Alright, quit yer bitchin’. I’m here, and I will lock all the locks.”
He wraps the blanket around your shoulders. “Good girl,” he says and presses a brief kiss to your forehead. Before you even register it, he’s gone, door clacking shut behind him.
You lock all the locks and climb back in bed, but sleep doesn’t find you again.
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*title from "Trouble is a Friend" by Lenka
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x f!reader#tess servopoulos x reader x joel miller#tess x reader#tess x joel#joel miller x tess servopoulos#joel miller x reader x tess servopoulos#tess servopoulos x you#tess servopoulos x reader#tess servopolous x joel miller x you#tlou smut#tlou fics#the last of us fics#the last of us fic#the last of us smut#fic: ain't no rest for the wicked
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I came here after reading your Choso&Yuji fics, I love them! 🥰The scenes where they are training blood manipulations are my fave, filling in the gap in the current manga chapters for me so thank you! Your author's notes very interesting but there are some things I don't quite understand. My questions:
1. Was it ever explained how Yuji can do blood manipulation? And how he get the red claws?
2. Since Choso is a Kamo, does that mean he's related with kamo, the young one? I'm still confused because I saw some fans said they are not while some said they are and the fanpage says that Choso's father is Kamo the younger's ancestor, which means they are related?
3. Does that mean Yuji had a Kamo blood too because he's Kenjaku son? Like perhaps his mother? Because why is it different between them? Why Choso reacted like that to Yuji's blood but not to the other Kamo?
4. Are the memories Choso had about Yuji is from him alone or the influence from Yuji's cursed energy?
Sorry if my questions sound very dumb to you! myb cos I was skipping a lotta chapters of the manga to catch up with current arc (I almost skipped the whole culling game thing) but I watched the anime and still not understanding a lot.
Btw my fav is your Light at the end of dark tunnel and I'm actually sad that it hasn't been updated for long despite you still write new fics for new pairings 🥲 but I dont mean to rush you or anything, just hoping one day it will be updated again 🙏
Thank you for liking my stories and telling me about it! Ah I guess it does get confusing if you don't read the manga in order. In fact I've seen manga readers still confused abt the same things as yours so no, they are not dumb questions! Hwvr, to answer, it'd be better to go into manga's chronological orders so it'd be easier to understand...so beware of long answers ahead.
1. It was nvr explained explicitly but heavily hinted, which from the ways Gege does thing so far, which is not always spitting out everything for readers. It could be perceived as true. It happened in ch 220. I'll explain later below.
2. Yep, by all means they are related. I think this much is pretty clear from the narrative even if you're an anime-only let alone read the manga. Related as in coming from the same clan/ancestry line/bloodline. Iirc I explained this in end notes of ch 1 of my long fic. Blood Manipulation is a prized CT that is passed down only thru bloodline/genetics. It wasn't a sporadic thing like Geto's curse manipulation CT. It is the same as Zenin's 10 shadows and the Gojo fam' Limitless/Six Eyes. The fact that Choso has it despite being incarnated in an irrelevant non-sorcerer body meant that his Kamo's blood from his papa (Kamo Noritoshi Sr) still runs fully thru his current body. The concept of JJK is mostly how a soul cud modify the body. For Choso this is def the case cz there was 1 panel where he said he cud no longer sense the prev body owner's soul/essence. So, as a cursed object of a Kamo blood, he had taken over the body fully. Back to the question, howvr, to which degree he's related to Noritoshi Jr we might nvr find out unless GG care enough to lay out the Kamo family tree. They could be as distantly-related as Gojo with Yuuta or more direct line in family. But I don't see how that wud ever happen cz it's neither important to the plot nor is it important to any of the character's narratives.
So yeah, the opinions that said they are completely unrelated are definitely off the mark. It's silly tbh, cz it doesn't take a lot to comprehendthis particular narrative 😅. The BM technique and the great 3 clans backgrounds were there to confirm. I personally think, they must be branching a lot so it's not straight vertical line. Cz Kamo Sr had offsprings and cud have more legitimate offsprings outside the Death Paintings, it cud be said he wud be like a great great greaaat granduncle to Noritoshi Jr (which explains why the fanpage says Kamo Sr was Kamo jr's ancestor) and since Choso, Eso, and Kechizu didnt have offsprings they wud be more like great great greaaat grandcousins or cousins 8-10 times removed lmao. That's how clan family works.
Which brings us to the next Q that is Yuuji. Remember that Yuuji is always the special case.
3. Yuuji is by no means a Kamo even till now. He got BM technique thru acquired means which in ch 220 heavily hinted that he ate the rest of Death Paintings remains (as permitted by Choso). All the Death Paintings had BM like I said before cz they are of Kamo's descendants, only the properties that were different. For Choso it's poison. For Eso is rotten blood.
This is why, despite being born from Kenjaku who once inhabited Kamo Sr's body, Kenjaku didnt pass down BM to Yuuji cz once again, BM is a CT that is passed thru literal bloodline. Which is why we never saw him did BM while in Geto's body. Kenjaku being in Kaori's body who wasn't a Kamo cud not pass that CT down to Yuuji. He cud howver, resist Choso's poisonous cursed blood due to him being the other's papa.
By eating the Death Paintings' remains, Yuuji gained access to BM thru their souls which modify Yuuji's being. Most likely his red claws came from one of the Death Paintings' properties as well. This is the same to how he got stronger and gained more CE by eating Sukuna's fingers, which are also cursed objects, and how Gojo said he wud 1 day gain access to Sukuna's CT. Yuuji's body is such that after ingesting cursed objects, his soul gained control instead of being devoured like how Choso's soul took over the human body he incarnated in. It's why it doesn't make Yuuji a Kamo because he's still the one in control, not the Death Paintings he ingested.
4. I think 👆 has explained it. The memories are one-sided on Choso and they never happened. It's due to the bond between their cursed blood.
Why Choso reacted differently between Yuuji and the other Kamos? Simply cz Choso's narrative is designed to be a character who lives by and for his little brothers only. When it comes to the Death Paintings, they have cursed blood, don't they? Their CE and blood come as a package and cannot be separated. Which imo explains why it's not exactly literal/biological blood that bond him with Yuuji but rather the cursed properties in it, courtesy of Kenjaku's hopping bodies that brought and passed along his CE's components to all his offsprings and that's it...not the host bodies' genes or anything else. This is also why it's only Choso who felt the bond and not Yuuji cz Yuuji's CE didn't rely on his cursed blood back then. I didn't know abt it now though that he had eaten Choso's other little brothers and gained new properties to his bodies.
Unless somehow, when Choso and the brothers were inside the tubes their souls went to another cycle of life with Yuuji in another life lmao. But this one is my headcanon so dont take it seriously.
Thanks for the encouragement. I don't have any excuse abt it but I'll try updating the long fic when I can. That one is sth I took on more seriously which is why the writing process is much harder than the occasional one-shots that I've published. Much harder to hype myself to keep up with it as well. Plus I have lots of ideas come and go that keep swimming in my head and always have these sudden urges to tackle new dynamics when I came across a refreshing different pairing 😂
#anywayss hope my answers help you to understand the characters better!#ask#jujutsu kaisen#choso#itadori yuji#kamo noritoshi#kenjaku#meta#jjk spoilers
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HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network
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MARSHAL Kotallo: Sylens. I had a question about your tactics with the rebels.
Icarus: If this is a speech about morality, I decline to be involved.
ADMIN [Zo]: I can mute you if you don't want to talk to anyone.
Icarus: Don't tempt me.
MARSHAL Kotallo: This is not about morality, but practicality.
MARSHAL Kotallo: Why did you go to Regalla, a disgraced Marshal in decline, rather than making a deal with Hekarro himself?
Icarus: Regalla seemed the more prudent option.
FlameHairSavior: By which he means she was easier to manipulate.
Icarus: That was one of the reasons, yes. Her disgrace made her more likely to accept my deal; Hekarro had little reason to agree to my conditions. The powerful rarely enjoy an upset in the status quo.
Icarus: It is a sign of short-sighted tunnel vision.
DIVINER: Didn't you want to use his entire tribe as bullet sponges??
Icarus: Yes. Regardless, Regalla was more willing to see violence as a solution, more willing to sacrifice her soldiers, and more willing to do anything to win. Even if I did have confidence in swaying Hekarro, I likely still would have chosen Regalla.
Icarus: Besides, she and her men would have been devastated after the attack on the Zenith compound. Hekarro's surviving Marshals would have been able to take back control without too much difficulty.
FlameHairSavior: Oh, instead of causing ONE civil war you thought you were causing TWO at the same time.
HIMBO: ISN'T THIS THE EXACT THING YOU DID WITH THE ECLIPSE AND THE CARJA? DIDN'T YOU LEARN ANYTHING THE FIRST TIME?
Icarus: Of course I did. Which is why I refined my tactics. I kept myself more distant, used multiple proxies and fallbacks to protect myself from betrayal.
Icarus: You'll note that no one even tried to assassinate me this time, much less came so close to succeeding.
DIVINER: You know, he's actually got a point!
SilverVixen: I didn't expect you of all people to agree.
SilverVixen: I agree as well, I just didn't expect Miss Sunshine here to say the same.
DIVINER: Aww, you're sweet!
SilverVixen: I'm really not.
DIVINER: But no, isn't that the essence of science?? You don't just give up when an experiment fails, you try again with slightly different variables!
Icarus: Finally, someone understands.
ADMIN [Zo]: Now, I'm not a scientist.
Icarus: Clearly.
ADMIN [Zo]: But I'm pretty sure that normal experiments don't have a significant chance of backfiring with the test subjects murdering the scientist.
SilverVixen: I have to agree.
DIVINER: [ShockedPikachu.png]
DIVINER: Betrayal!
MARSHAL Kotallo: Is this one of those Minions?
DIVINER: No, but I don't think I'm allowed to talk about it??
SilverVixen: I'm actually curious what your tribe came up with to explain Pokemon, but we can save that for later.
DIVINER: What do you mean?? We have half the movies, a few seasons of the anime (sub only), and the early games!
DIVINER: My first game was HeartGold!
SilverVixen: ...I don't know how to respond to that.
HIMBO: IS THIS ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT THE REST OF US DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT?
DIVINER: Oh, you would be OBSESSED with Pokemon!!
FlameHairSavior: Can we focus? Tilda, why don't you agree with Sylens?
SilverVixen: It's just as Zo said. A true scientific experiment is something you're supposed to be able to repeat hundreds of times with minor variables changed. Forming cults is inherently a dangerous prospect.
Icarus: It does not stop being an experiment simply because it is dangerous.
SilverVixen: True, but proper science must follow procedure. Otherwise you're not practicing science, just...
SilverVixen: Sociology.
DIVINER: !!
DIVINER: [ParksAndRecShotsFired.gif]
MARSHAL Kotallo: Do you just have all these stored on your Focus for when you need them?
DIVINER: Yep!
Icarus: I am not going to accept commentary on sociological experimental procedure from a woman who spent the last thousand years hiding from her peers in virtual reality.
Icarus: I believe the old world had a term for that. What was it... ah yes:
Icarus: Basement dweller.
DIVINER: [PopcornEating.gif]
SilverVixen: You don't even know what a basement is!
HIMBO: WE HAVE BASEMENTS. DO YOU THINK WE'RE LITERALLY LIVING IN CAVES?
SilverVixen: Well you don't have enough context to know why that's a bad thing.
ADMIN [Zo]: Sylens explained the context quite well, I think.
MARSHAL Kotallo: Actually, now that I think of it, Zo, do the Utaru have basements? I can't recall any.
ADMIN [Zo]: Is now really the time?
SilverVixen: At least I survived those thousand years. Exactly how many times have you been betrayed by your own pawns, Sylens?
Icarus: Less than you might expect.
SilverVixen: Fine. How many times have your plans failed due to either betrayal, incompetent pawns, or other factors you failed to account for and which ultimately backfired in violent karmic retribution?
Icarus: ...
Icarus: Aloy, when will you be ready? I want to get our final suicidal attack on the Zenith base over with.
FlameHairSavior: Just got a few more minor tasks to do. We'll get you killed soon enough, I promise.
Icarus: Hilarious.
SilverVixen: What is taking so long, anyway?
FlameHairSavior: Sociology.
SilverVixen: Ha.
FlameHairSavior: Also some psychology, criminology, and botany. Oh, and economics!
SilverVixen: ...
SilverVixen: I think I might hate you.
FlameHairSavior: I'll probably save a village with stamp collecting later.
SilverVixen: I should have stayed on the ship.
DIVINER: [PopcornEating.gif]
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Marvin finished making his tea and some tea for Chase and Henrik as well before sitting at the table with them. He took a deep inhale of the tea’s steam and then sighed.
“If we’re doing this, I want to set up a system.”
“A system?” Chase asked.
“Let me guess, one question at a time?” Henrik didn’t sound surprised by this at all.
“Yep. We take turns asking one person one question, and follow-up questions are done by the next person or until your turn again.” Marvin wanted just a little control of this. He was still willing to let any question be asked, but having that little hold of something helped keep him from feeling like the world was spinning. He didn’t like to talk about serious things. He was never scared of questions, always more than happy to explain something to others. Jackie knew about magic users before Phantom because of him, because Jackie would ask how something worked, and he was happy to answer.
But this was different.
This was so different.
“Do we want to like, draw sticks for who goes when?” Chase suggested.
“I’ll go first. Why did you make out with Wilford?” Marvin said, looking right at Chase. Henrik was unprepared for that and started choking on his tea a bit, coughing into the crook of his elbow.
“I don’t feel like that’s top priority right now.” Chase’s protest had a bit of red on his face.
“We all have plenty of questions, and I’m asking my first one,” Marvin said. “Why did you make out with Wilford and yes, it’s the same Wilford you’re thinking of.” He added the last part toward Henrik.
“We met after me and Stacy split, and I was figuring out my sexuality, and he offered to…give me a hand in that. Just a friend helping me out, that’s all.” Chase’s face got redder and redder the more he spoke. He was clearly very flustered and not expecting to be discussing this. “My turn for a question.” Chase turned himself to Marvin. “How did you end up working for Dark? Phantom said he got involved to help Jackie. What about you?”
“I knew this would come up.” Marvin sighed. He removed his mask and set it down on the table. “When my powers came to be, they quite literally blew up in my face. I had no control, it was too much, and I was a danger to myself and those around me. Thankfully, I had already moved into my own place by then, so It only got to me and some belongings.”
“Didn’t you say that-”
“One question at a time.” Marvin cut off Chase’s comment with his reminder.
“Sorry.” Chase deflated a little.
“Oh, darling.” Marvin placed a hand on Chase’s leg under the table. “I promise it’s just a me thing. You’re fine.”
“Okay.” Chase softly smiled.
“And how I got involved with Dark was that he heard about the mess, knew what caused it, found me, and offered to help from something bad like that from happening again. I was his first contract hire.”
“My turn to question,” Henrik said. “What did Dark want?”
“He wants me to do one more job for him.” Marvin gestured to the folder. “He says if I find and bring him this ‘new apprentice’ I’m officially freed from my contract.” He could tell that Henrik had more questions by his eyes alone, so he quickly asked one. “How much does Robbie know? He went from five to fifteen in a night. I don’t know if he’d be caught up on what all a teen knows.”
“From what little I have gathered, he seems to be as fully developed as anyone his age would be. He understands culture, he has knowledge, I still have to test how much knowledge he has to see if he is advanced in anything or not. To be honest, his personality reminds me a lot of how we were back then. Again, I will need more time to see how true that is. Most teenagers have some form of sass.”
“Do you think the magic stuff you used has to do with it?” Chase asked. “Ah shit, that was my question, and I wanted to ask something else. Fuck it. I’ll ask it next time.”
“The magic stuff…” Henrik didn’t pay attention to the latter half of Chase’s talking as his brain started turning. “I gathered magic from my home and office to bring Robbie back to life. Myself, both of you and Edward are the most common in those places. Well, Edward in my office.”
“Could be your bed if you-”
“Do not.” Henrik stopped Marvin short. “As I was saying. From what you have explained to me before, magic is personal, it attaches to the person uniquely and can even affect those without magic if they are around it for so long. Perhaps we added to the influence of the magic as well and gave our knowledge, or at least a chunk of it, to Robbie, so he is already knowledgeable on things despite never being taught it.” He hummed to himself. “That is something I will be looking more into.” After a pause, he nodded and looked at Marvin. “You said a new apprentice. Whose apprentice is it? Is it…you know?”
“Nope, don’t you do any ‘he who shall not be named’,” Chase said.
“Is it Actor?” Henrik changed his question.
“I haven’t read anything yet, but with how Dark was talking. I wouldn’t be shocked if it was Actor.” Marvin peeked over and could see Chase literally biting his tongue. “Would you like help shopping for Robbie's clothes tomorrow?”
“Oh…sure?” Henrik said with a shrug.
“Who the fuck is Actor?” Chase slapped both hands down on the table, speaking his words quickly.
“He was Dark’s mentor,” Marvin said. “Taught him almost everything he knows, and because of some…drama behind the scenes, they fucking hate each other. He has his own little group like Dark does. I’ve only met one of them before, and for the life of me, I can’t remember his name.”
“This does not sound safe in any form,” Henrik said. “Actor is not one you should mess with on your own, but I do not want to know what would happen if he finds someone who could be potentially more powerful than you. I may not know much about that man, but from what I have been told…I do not like any of this.”
“I don’t think I have a choice, Hen. Regardless of anything, I want to find this person. Who knows what Actor is doing or what Dark would do?”
“I want to help in any way that I can.” Henrik sighed. “Chase, did you have any other questions? I believe there was one you wanted to ask earlier, but it got skipped over.”
“Go for it,” Marvin said when Chase hesitated since it wasn’t technically his turn. “We’re done with the one-question-at-a-time thing.”
“You said you were doing magic since you were a kid, but your powers kicked in when you were an adult?” Chase asked.
“The magic I did when I was a child were those tricks you can learn online, and I was seventeen when I first discovered my real powers. I was on my own because my father kicked me out, and my mother couldn’t convince either of us to have me stay. And I would like to end that conversation there.” Marvin stood up, picking up his now cold tea.
“Remember when this was about making a potion for me to sleep?” Chase asked with a weak chuckle.
“Right, I do finally have everything for that. I’ll work on putting that together so you can give it the first test run tonight.” Marvin put his mug into the microwave. He didn’t like warming up his drinks like this, but he wasn’t in the mood for cold tea or to do anything else to warm it up. What little energy and will to do things for the day he had left he was going to save for making the potion.
“Are you going to read the folder?” Henrik asked.
“In the morning. I need a break from that.” Marvin watched the mug spin, eyes half-closed as he could hear the soft humming of the machine.
“We can do Robbie's clothes shopping in the afternoon tomorrow?” Chase suggested. “Not a whole wardrobe, but a few shirts and pants, so he’s comfortable until the next growth spurt.”
“You think there will be another?” Henrik sipped on his tea, not minding that it was cold.
“I wouldn’t be shocked.”
“Maybe he’ll get as old as us since you mentioned us influencing your place and my magic. Maybe he’ll get as old as I was when I first started putting magic in this place. Wasn’t I twenty-one or something when you got this house?” Marvin glanced over at Henrik.
“Twenty-one. I only recall because we had my housewarming and your birthday party on the same night, and it was…interesting.” Henrik clicked his tongue at the memory.
“The word you’re looking for is ‘fun’. That night was amazing.”
“I am shocked you can remember it.”
“I didn’t get that…you know what, fair.” Marvin laughed. “Maybe when we get all this shit done, we can have another rager like that. Chase can be one of the strippers~”
“You had strippers?” Chase snorted a little, the comment not hitting him the way Marvin had wanted it to. “I can’t imagine Henrik and strippers in the same place.”
“He had a blast with them, baby. Oh! We can invite Edward to be one, too.”
“Do not dare!”
“Now, I have to.”
“Do not!”
“You’re blushing, Hen.” Chase poked his own nose with his chuckle.
“You are both terrible!”
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It is Often that the Unexpected Happens
Chapter 7
Word Count: 2231
Summary: Ash the BeetleWing has died to what would later be called the Othermind. Unfortunately, by means outside his understanding, he has been brought back in 7426 as, far from his time, and far from the extinction of his tribe. He doesn't belong in this time, he misses his friends, and he knows that the friends he left behind aren't safe. With the help of Darner and Poseidra, Ash goes on a quest to return home.
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"Hey nerds, time to get going," Dewdrop joked.
Rainstorm and Ash looked up from the book Rainstorm was reading out loud.
Ash saw the dark sky, he had noticed it getting darker but he didn't want to interrupt Rainstorm. It was nice to see the sky was the same from his time, he appreciated the consistency. It was the only thing he was used to.
"Yep, we've gotta find that cave before sunrise," Poseidra said.
Ash got up and stretched, yawning, "yep, gotta find that cave of mirrors. Are you guys ready?"
"My wings are really sore but yeah," Darner said.
"Good, then let's go," Poseidra said, "I want to find that cave while we still have moonlight."
The group took to the sky, Darner grimacing in pain from his sore wings. Almost everyone looked tired, even Poseidra and Ray who had been relatively fine the whole time.
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After a lot of flying and complaining Rainstorm stopped and flew in place for a moment, then spoke up, "uhh, guys, I think we found it."
The dragons looked down to see the lake that was described in Meishu's book. Crystals and cave entrance included. The dragons flew down to the cave. The lake was so clear that it perfectly reflected the night sky. It reflected the moons' light onto the large crystals in a way that they seemed to glow.
"Wow, this place is beautiful," Ray breathed, "if I had to live in or by a cave, this would be the perfect place."
"Damn right. So we just have to get some stones?" Darner asked, "how about we grab them from these pillars?"
Poseidra shook her head, "these would be too difficult to break, and we definitely can't carry them."
"It's not that bad, I want to see what's inside anyways," Ray said.
"Yeah, I'm excited to see inside this place," Rainstorm said, "I've read so much about this cave and now we're here."
Ash noticed Dewdrop looked nervous about something. Her tail was twitching and they were playing with their earring. Ash decided to help them.
Ash walked over to the RainWing, "hey Dewdrop, is something wrong?"
"Oh, err it's nothing of importance," Dewdrop said, straightening their posture, "don't worry about it Ash!"
"Alright, if everybody's ready let's go in," Ray said, stepping into the lake so she could enter the cave.
The rest of the group followed after into the cave. The cave was just as beautiful, walls covered in slick, highly reflective crystals which reflected the moonlight all throughout the cave system. Everyone looked around for crystals they could take, although Ash caught everyone looking into the crystals trying to see if the legend was true. Ash, too, looked but only saw himself.
As they walked deeper into the cave they came to a fork which forked to three paths. "Soo, I'm guessing we split up?" Darner asked the group.
"Yep," Poseidra said, "Dew, Rain, you go with each other, Darner, Ray, you two go with each other, me and Ash will go together."
"That sounds like a good idea to me," Ray said walking up to Darner.
The group split up, Ash and Poseidra taking the tunnel furthest to the left. They were quiet for a while, just looking at the stones. The only noise was the sound of water being walked in. As they got deeper into the tunnel things got darker and darker until it was hard to see anything.
Ash heard someone whisper to him, turned to Poseidra, and asked, "Poseidra? Did you say something?"
Ash waited a moment but got no response, so he repeated the question, louder, no response. He stopped and listened. He didn't hear the water moving unless he moved. He was alone.
Ash tried not to panic, maybe she was looking at something. Ash looked behind him, the tiny amount of light wasn't interrupted, she wasn't behind him. She was ahead then. So Ash continued forward.
Ash froze when he heard a whisper. He shivered, then spoke, "Poseidra, if this is you, please stop."
Still silent. No hint of life besides him. Ash jumped when he heard a voice right by his ear. What it said was indecipherable.
"This isn't funny Poseidra," Ash said, feigning anger, in reality he was becoming afraid. He should be seeing his true self, not feeling afraid. This couldn't be what he really was, right?
Ash heard another whisper and bolted further into the cave. He didn't think of where to go, he just wanted to get away from the whispers. He screeched to a halt when he saw a small light from in front of him illuminating a skinny face. A face that shouldn't be there. It was the face of a SeaWing from his time. His body immediately went defensive.
Ash backed up as fast as possible. The whisper was back but as a yell, this time Ash recognized the voice as Stag's, Ash turned to the voice and simply said, "Stag?"
Ash turned back to face the threat and it was gone. Ash tried to control his shaking, what was that? Why was it gone now? What was going on? "Poseidra? Are you nearby? Please…"
Ash felt one of his wings brush against something, he turned to that something and just sighed in relief when he saw nothing, just the cave wall. He looked at his reflection, he looked tired, very tired. He jumped when he saw something move in the reflection, whatever it was it was right behind him. It reached out and rested a talon on his shoulder.
He spun around to face it, and defend himself. Only to find a very disturbed looking Poseidra. She had a lot of visible concern on her face, "Ash. What happened?"
"What?" Ash asked, confused.
"Are you ok? You were muttering a lot, and you're shaking right now," Poseidra explained, "do you want to leave? I can go alone."
Ash paused for a moment, not sure, but he quickly decided he wanted to stay with her. He didn't want her to deal with this. Also he didn't want to be alone, "No. I'll stay"
"Alright then…" Posedra said before walking further into the cave, Ash followed her. The sound of Poseidra's talons moving through the water was both comforting and nerve wracking. On one talon, he knew he wasn't alone, on the other talon, he couldn't properly hear if someone else was there.
After some walking, the whispers started up again, just louder this time. He looked to Poseidra, she clearly heard them, her fur was puffed up and she was looking around like crazy. Ash looked into the mirrors again remembering the last time, and he saw himself again, he also saw… was that Poseidra? This reflection of her looked like a mix between the IceWings, BeetleWings, and the NightWings of his time.
Poseidra saw it too. She was staring at this reflection of herself with fear, repeatedly saying "no" he could see her panic growing. He wanted to help calm her down, but not only did he not know how, even if he could, his talons felt like they were rooted in place as he heard the voices of his dead friends whispering in his ears about how he failed, how he could have saved them. Honestly, Ash wasn't doing much better than Poseidra.
He needed to get out of here. Ash grabbed Poseidra's wrist and ran in a direction, he wasn't sure if he was getting closer or further from the entrance he just wanted to get away from this spot. Poseidra may have been saying something but Ash was tuning her out.
Ash stopped when he entered a large cavern with more tunnels. The tunnel had the same crystals he had seen everywhere, only smaller, easier to grab. Both dragons looked around, they didn't see any dragons. Just crystals and some glowworms on the ceiling.
"What. The FUCK was that?!" Poseidra yelled, "that was NOT my true self, if anything, that was my fears!"
"I don't know, let's just… get the stones, then get the others and leave," Ash said, walking up to one of the geodes.
"Gods, I hope they didn't go through that," Poseidra said, following after Ash, "also how was Rainstorm so wrong about this place?"
"I don't think Rainstorm has been here before, they probably got the info from someone else,” Ash stated simply.
“I know, just, hhh, so fucking done with this shit,” Poseidra said, “can’t wait to be done with this shit”
“What will you do once you’re done?” Ash asked the hybrid.
“Dunno. Probably get some therapy, might locate Nostalgia, live with them and their group like they said I could,” Poseidra said, “I just need the break from everything. What about you Ash?”
“Who knows, life in my time is pretty chaotic. Nothing like this, anything could happen,” Ash said.
“I hear that,” Poseidra said. She turned to the tunnels next to the one they came from as they heard familiar voices. This time it was a good familiar.
Poseidra and Ash watched as Ray and Darner exited one of the tunnels. Ray looked very disturbed (she had seen something for sure), while Darner just looked scared. He had a wing over Ray, which they seemed to appreciate right now.
“Hey guys, I see you didn’t have a better time than us,” Ash said.
“It was awful in there Poseidra,” Ray said, “and we have to walk back too. I am NOT excited.”
“I feel bad for Rainstorm and Dewdrop, from what I can see they’re like six years old, they shouldn’t have to deal with our shit,” Darner stated.
“Well, they should get here within the next minute, we’ll meet up with them, then we’ll all leave in the same tunnel,” Poseidra said, “I don’t want to stay in here, and I don’t want people entering the tunnels with only one other dragon.”
The dragons sat around quietly, occasionally breaking the silence with small talk. They had what they wanted from here, they just wanted to leave now. Ash, for one, couldn't wait. This cave was awful, and they just wanted to be home.
The dragons' heads turned towards the sound of more voices. Rainstorm and Dewdrop had finally arrived. They both looked relatively disturbed. Which, based on what Darner said, was understandable.
Dewdrop was the first of the two to speak, saying, "I see you guys beat us here."
"S-so did you g-get what you needed?" Rainstorm asked, very clearly wanting to be anywhere but here.
Ash felt bad for dragging his friends into all of this. They just wanted to help him and they were put through this bullshit. He wanted to have some reason to think otherwise, but he didn't. He brought other dragons into this, something he probably could have done himself, or if he hadn't brought his friends into his problem he could have had Calibri's help to do this shit instead of bringing five dragons into it.
"Ash. Ash! Ash!!" Ash jolted, hearing Ray's voice yelling at him. He turned towards her, he hadn't realized they were speaking, "Ash, are you alright?"
Ash looked up from the SeaWing, and saw the others looking concerned at him, he put up a weak smile, "yeah I'm fine, I just want to get out of this cave."
None of his friends looked convinced. It was understandable, he didn't think he could have constructed a worse lie. He was just glad none of his friends called him out on his lie.
"I agree, let's get out of here," Posidra said, "also, this time, let's not split up. That was an awful idea."
"You do not even have to request it, I'm pretty sure we all unanimously agree," Dewdrop said.
"Great, then let's get out of this cave and never return," Poseidra said, standing up and walking over to the cave Rainstorm and Dewdrop came from.
So the group walked through one singular tunnel. Ash prayed nothing scary would happen to such a large group of dragons, but he wasn't confident. Especially when the whispers started back up. On the plus side thanks mostly to Rainstorm and partially to Ray they had light, so the group could properly see.
Ash noticed the weird Poseidra reflection again. He also noticed Dewdrop looked different than they normally did. The dewdrop in the reflection was covered in scars, looking nothing like a dragonet. The Dewdrop in the reflection was avoiding actual Dewdrop's eyes. Ash got the feeling he wouldn't understand what he saw there, and he doubted Dewdrop would explain.
After a scare or two the dragons finally emerged from the cave into the light of dawn. Ash felt exhausted and he was sure everyone else felt the same. He was sure he could sleep for a thousand years.
"So, the Islands of Solitude are next right?" Ray asked.
"Yep, but we aren't going for a bit, I am exhausted and I just need a break," Ash said, "I'm sure we all need one."
"Agreed," Darner stated lying down out of the water.
Ash laid under the trees as the sun rose, drifting off. He fell asleep thinking about the Mirror Caves, but it wasn't like he didn't think about how close he was to home. After all, he was closer than he expected when he first woke up.
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#wings of fire#wof#there is always more than one knows series#it is often that the unexpected happens#fanfic
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intermission • vi | moonlight
→ summary: When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well… maybe not as easy as you think.
→ pairing: bts x reader (feat. jungkook)
→ genre: college!au, crack, fluff, angst
→ warnings: none!! it's just jungkook being a cutie!!
→ words: 3.7K
→ a/n: this intermission chapter was actually written by @jincherie!! i'm posting it on her behalf since she's currently on hiatus. she had this chapter mostly finished a few months ago and we were waiting to post it until we were both more active (lol) but yeah... things change i guess... anyway see you guys next year (i wanna say /j but really... is it really /j...)
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Jungkook's strength has never been making friends.
In his mother’s words, a “pleasant and sweet boy” though he might be, that didn’t help much when it came to meeting someone new and the storm of butterflies in his stomach would grow so strong that it froze his limbs and caught his tongue. He’s not too good at first impressions.
A “pleasant and sweet, but terribly shy boy” is actually more along the lines of how Jungkook’s mother describes him, now that he thinks about it. That’s probably a little more accurate.
The sprawling complex he lives in is full of kids, and Jungkook knows each and every one of them. He might be challenged in the social area, but his mother is anything but. She says he takes more after his father, and since his father is usually relaxing inside and reading or drawing when Jungkook sees him at home, he figures that makes enough sense.
Every time someone new moves into the complex, Jungkook’s mother goes to greet them. Of course, he is graciously asked (read: forced) to come along too, just in case they have any kids around his age. This is how he normally meets the other kids on the block. It’s fine, he can’t complain. He has to admit it’s nice meeting all the new and different people that come through. His family is probably one of the ones that have stayed in the complex this long.
When the house next door is emptied of the family he knew, it’s a while before the next one comes in. By the time Jungkook peeks out his window one morning, woken by the telltale sound of a truck beeping as it reverses, and finally sees some movement in the house next to his own, his mother isn’t home. She’d moved into the hospital just a few days earlier, looking ready to pop with the little brother he’d heard so much about in her belly. He’s excited to meet his little brother, and now as he stands on his tippy-toes to get a good look from the window, he finds himself a little excited to meet the new neighbours, too.
It only has a little bit to do with the great, big, fluffy dog they have. Just a little.
It takes a few days for them to move in fully. Jungkook watches from his window every now and then, seeing all sorts of different cars come through. This family has lots of helpers, he notices. By the time they seem to really settle in, Jungkook doesn’t see much of them. Actually, to his disappointment, he doesn’t see anyone around at all. He still hears the dog, glimpses it every so often, but realised that they probably walk it in the mornings before he wakes up.
His mother is home before long, his baby brother cradled in her arms. The first thing she asks as she steps through the door is, “Have the new neighbours moved in? Have you met them yet, Kookie?”
This is perhaps the first time all week he hasn’t cared about the neighbours-- he’s transfixed with his brother. It stays that way for a few days, until the allure wears off when the tiny baby won’t stop crying at night. Perhaps his little brother is something best loved from afar for now, Jungkook surmises.
Back to the window he goes – except this time, there’s actually something to see.
There’s a child! A combination of nerves and excitement bubbles within him as he sees a kid in the backyard playing with the dog, throwing a Frisbee for the massive puppy to leap up and catch in its mouth. The kid looks a little…. feral. Like the baby from that one funny caveman movie he watched with his parents. They’re rolling around with the puppy, uncaring of the way grass and dirt get on their clothes and tangle their hair-- they laugh the whole time. It takes a second for the sound to reach him, but when it does it makes his heart do something funny in his chest.
Ah, the neighbour's kid is a girl.
It’s you.
Jungkook has always been a little more shy around girls, but has never known why. To meet you, he’s going to need his mother there for backup. This is probably the first time he’s outright wanted to go meet one of the neighbours. It’s a little embarrassing, so he elects not to think about it too much.
He thought he would have to pester his mother more to get up and go greet them, but it seems she’s a little sick of being in the house so much because she jumps up the second he mentions it. His baby brother is graciously asleep when they make the trip one morning to the house next door, nestled in his mothers arms looking like an angel wrapped up in fluffy clouds. Jungkook wonders if you’ll like his brother as much as he does. If you don’t, then he doesn’t know how good of a friend you’re going to be.
The doorbell is different, it’s the first thing he notices about the house. Your family must have changed it when you moved in. It’s a bubbly, fun tune now, and he doesn’t even realise the smile it brings to his face. His grip on his mother’s hand tightens, but he misses the fond look she casts over him.
When the door opens, Jungkook thinks his nerves just might eat him alive. He’s so stiff he’s worried he might turn to stone and disintegrate into dust on the spot.
It’s you who answered the door.
You don’t look as wild and unkempt as you did that day he saw you from the window. Actually, your hair is in two cute little buns on top of your head and there isn’t a spot of dirt or grime on your overalls.
The way your eyes light up when you see him and his mother, as well as the baby held to her chest, is enough to make him forget to breathe for a moment. When he remembers, he feels like running his head into the pole of the awning.
“Hey, sweetie,” his mother greets, that big smile on her face that normally wins everyone over. “We’re from the house next door! We wanted to come say hello and meet you. Are one of your parents home too?”
“Hello!” Your response is instant, and the smile you return is so big Jungkook can easily see the gap where you’re missing a tooth. It seems like you’re beating him, he hasn’t lost that one yet. “Yeah, my mama’s home-- you should come in! She said she wanted to meet you guys! Oh, also, we have a puppy! She’s big, and actually maybe she’s too old to be a puppy but… she’s cute. I want you to see her!”
You’re rambling, but you don’t seem to realise. Jungkook couldn’t get a word in edgewise if he wanted to, but he finds himself more than happy to simply listen as he and his mother follow you into the house.
Your mother isn’t as wild as you, but he notices the same little sparkle in her eyes that you have in yours. He wonders if he and his mother have their own matching sparkle. That would be cool.
Right away, his mother hits it off with yours – two socialites of a feather, it seems. You fawn over his baby brother for a few minutes while they talk (he knew right then that you were a good one), before grabbing him by the sleeve and insisting on showing him around. You get a full tour in, and miraculously Jungkook finds it in himself to ask a few questions as you go.
“S-so, you like it? Here?” Every time he opens his mouth the words don’t come out how he wants them, but he can’t do anything now. At least he only stuttered once.
“Yes! It’s so much better than my old house! There’s so many more kids here, and they’re all so nice too!” You’re more than happy to blabber on, a hand thoughtlessly carding through the long, fluffy fur on your dog’s back. Jungkook’s own hand is doing the same (the fur is just as soft and fluffy as he imagined). “There’s more room for Poopie to play, too.”
Jungkook still isn’t quite used to the name of your pet, but something more important in what you said is taking hold of his attention. “Wait, you, uh… you’ve met some of the other kids?”
“Yep,” you say, gaze off in the distance as you try to summon them all from your memory. “Not all of them, but some! Um, I think one of them is named…. Chanyeol…? He lives down the street. Then there’s-- …”
A queasy feeling fills his stomach. He thinks it might be disappointment. For some reason, he thought he was going to come in here and be the first kid you met, that he was going to tell you all about the complex, maybe show you down the street. If you turned out to be a real good egg, then he had even planned to show you his secret place. But now that he thinks about it, it’s a bit silly to think that none of the other families would have come to greet you by now. You’ve been here for more than a week, after all.
He had a good time when visiting you, but for some reason after that day, he finds himself hanging back a bit. He wants to go out and play with you and the other kids, but when he sees you getting along with them so well he’s reminded of that queasy feeling from that day and he stays inside. Which, oddly enough, makes him feel even worse. He feels like no matter what he does, he’s losing progress with you. Maybe you won’t even want to play with him at all, you might think he’s boring after having so much fun with the other kids.
“You gonna go out and play, Kookie?” his mother catches him staring out the living room window one afternoon. She’s bouncing his brother on her hip, the demon baby sated for the time being. “There’s still plenty of time before dark.”
“No, I’m okay,” he answers, hating himself a little bit for it. Why was it so hard to say that yes, he wanted to play, but also that he didn’t. He thinks his mother would be able to help, but he has no idea how to tell her his woes. “I think I might draw a little.”
“Okay, sweets.” She comes over and ruffles his hair. “But if you do decide to go out and play, just let me know so I know where you are, okay?”
He nods, and she leans to kiss his hair before wandering back into the depths of the house. Maybe he will do some drawing, he ponders. It might distract him from the sight of you getting along so well with all the other kids.
Jungkook’s strength has never lain in being outgoing. This proves itself over the months when his attempts to grow closer and befriend you turn out unsuccessful, without fail.
You’ve made a good space for yourself amongst the kids of the block. You’re nice, caring and understanding, and never mean – sure you pushed Chanyeol off the seesaw once, but that was because he was being mean to Suzie. He didn’t do it again afterwards, and peace was maintained in the playground in the park at the end of the complex. Your friendship is sought-after, and with the beginning of the school year looming so close he’s running out of time to establish a friendship between the two of you.
When he spends an afternoon riding his bike at the end of the street, looping around and through the park, it’s definitely not just because you’re sitting there with some of the other girls on the block. When he summons all the knowledge stored in his brain from watching those bike tournaments and attempts to do a little trick, it’s definitely not because he thinks you might be watching. If you happen to see and think he’s cool, then it is what it is. It’s not like he’s actually trying to impress you or anything.
It goes okay, for the most part. His legs are a little tired though. He probably shouldn't attempt the trick he’s thinking of next, but he swears he sees you glance his way and he feels a surge of confidence flow through him. He attempts it.
He botches it.
The bike clatters to the ground and he rolls a bit, but his knees take the brunt of his meeting with the concrete path.
Lucky he wasn’t trying to impress you, because that was pretty humiliating. Lucky you probably didn’t see, either. His knees burn and he feels tears prick at his eyes, probably not just from the pain. He feels so embarrassed, so dumb. He’s touched his bike five times since he got it for his birthday last year, why did he think he would be able to do awesome tricks on it? Dumb, so dumb. He flees the scene before anyone can notice what happened, and completely forgets his bike.
He’s made it all the way home before he even realises it, his vision blurred from the tears that just won’t stop falling and his knees still singing in pain each time he bends them. He almost goes inside, craving a hug from his mother and her gentle hands on his wounds, but then he realises she would ask what happened, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to tell her. It’s too embarrassing. He’s so embarrassed.
So he bypasses the front door, going around the side and slipping through the gate. There’s a tree that lines the side of the house where his window is, and it’s so tall it reaches well above the roof. Without pause, he climbs it, hands finding familiar grooves. He halts, hissing at the sudden sting – it would seem he’s scraped up his palms, too. His eyes burn with the added humiliation and he darts up the tree, making quick work of the climb until he reaches his special spot.
The roof of his house is mostly slanted, but there’s a flat bit at the very top on one side of the house. This is where he likes to go. No one ever looks for him here, plus the view is always very pretty. He doesn’t appreciate the sunset right now, though. He feels like he doesn’t deserve it.
The whole way home, Jungkook held in his cries. He didn’t want anyone to hear and tell his mother. But now, in the embrace of his little ‘safe haven’, he lets them out. He buries his head in his arms and sobs, the pain of moving his palms only making it worse.
He doesn’t know how his little body can handle so much embarrassment, let alone so many tears, but for the moment he doesn’t think about it and surrenders himself to his woes.
He must be up there for a while before his crying ceases. By the time he lifts his head, the last of his tears drying against his cheeks, the sun is just beginning to disappear beyond the horizon. It’s pretty, how it casts light around the shadowy silhouette of the city buildings in the distance. He kind of wants to show it to you. That thought is quickly shut down. He’s going to ask his mother if they can move cities so he doesn’t have to face you again.
Alas, the world just doesn’t seem to be working in his favour today. He hears the rustling of the tree before he sees it. By the time he looks over to investigate, you’re already clambering onto the roof, an oversized fanny pack bursting at the seams with whatever you’ve shoved inside slung over your shoulder.
“Hey!” You greet with a smile, apparently oblivious to the dumbstruck look on his face. “Man, it took forever to find you! If I didn’t see you from the window in my room, I never would have known where you went!”
That was the idea, he laments. He hadn’t wanted to be found.
“Anyway,” you say, plopping down a foot away from him, safely away from the edge of the roof. You swing the fanny pack around so the zip is at your front, and rip it open. Immediately, a tsunami of bandages and band-aids flow forth, fluttering to the tile before you. They’re all sorts of different sizes, but one thing is common across them all – they all have pikachu’s face plastered on them in one way or another. “These are my special band-aids! My mama uses them when I hurt myself, and they always make it heal really quick! I didn’t know how big your owie is, so I brought them all.”
Jungkook is still stunned into silence as you sort through them, organising the chaos at least a little. One of your buns has come loose, he notes. One pigtail, one bun. You look a little more like that wild child he first saw from his window. The knees of your overalls are smeared with dirt, too. He wonders if it got like that while you were looking for him. It makes him feel a little warm inside.
And a little warm outside – his cheeks are starting to burn. He doesn’t remember scratching them too, but maybe he did…?
“Let’s see…” you’re practically just holding a conversation with yourself at this point. He surrenders his leg without protest as you grab it to inspect his knee. “Yep. That’s a big ‘un.”
His whole face has lit on fire. Even his ears feel hot. Is that normal? Probably not. He’d have to ask his mother to take him to the doctor. Maybe he’s dying.
He notices how close you are suddenly, realises this is the first time you’ve been fully alone together (without Poopie), and suddenly he can’t think. Like, at all. He may as well not have a tongue because he can’t remember how to use it anyway.
Somewhere amongst the bandages you’d shoved some tissues. You pull them out now, gently clearing the dirt away from the wounds on his knees. You’re talking as you do it, but his brain is full of static. Your hands are even tinier than his. Is that normal? Wait, no-- they’re the same size. What is he doing…?
Is he going to get in trouble for being alone with a girl…? His mother hasn’t told him about the birds and bees like she said she would yet-- is that what this is? Will he turn into a bird if he gets any warmer? Jungkook doesn’t want to be a bird.
You are placing large plasters over his knees when he finally tunes in to what you’re saying. “… -that last trick was pretty cool, too. It would have been even cooler if you didn’t fall.”
Jungkook squeaks, “You saw that?”
You nod, apparently unaware of his utter humiliation. “Yeah! You’re pretty good on a bike. Can you teach me sometime? I want to show my dad.”
He makes a noise that sounds enough like an affirmation that you accept it, a big grin on your face. For a few more minutes, you finish patching him up.
“There! All done!”
Pikachu stares back up at him from his knees, looking a little wonky because of their shape. The band-aids are a bit wrinkled, but you look so proud of yourself he forces himself to ignore it. He looks up, the words of thanks he took so much courage to summon dying on the tip of his tongue as he sees you.
The setting sun changes the colour of your eyes a bit – it’s pretty, he finds himself thinking. Immediately afterwards, he blushes. Even more embarrassingly, he finds himself unable to help but observe that the sun suits you, actually. Bright, persistent, a little bit sparkly. In the sun’s last reaching rays of afternoon light, you look a bit like you’re glowing.
Of course, Jungkook is used to his silence, but it seems you’re only just noticing it. You seem to misunderstand it’s cause. “Oh, do they hurt?”
Your words tear him from his reverie, and the startled look on his face doesn’t exactly help his case. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realise they were that bad-- oh! I almost forgot the next step! My mum always does this whenever I hurt myself.”
Then, without a second spared for him to prepare himself, you lean over and plant a kiss on each of his bandaged knees.
Jungkook thinks he might explode. The entire neighbourhood is going to see him take off and zip through the sky like a rocket. His earlier thoughts of moving cities and changing his name come back full force.
“There, they hurt less now, right?” But you’re still grinning, still bright as ever with shining eyes hoping for a certain response. Despite himself he takes a moment to assess the level of pain he’s feeling – oddly enough, it does feel a bit better.
There’s no way he can manage to say that, though.
Instead he nods, wide-eyed. You let loose a sigh of relief, muttering about how you didn’t know what you’d do if that didn’t work. He swears he catches the slightest warmth in your cheeks, but doesn’t know whether it’s a trick of the sun.
“Thanks,” he finally manages, his voice just shy of a whisper. You hear him anyway and flash that gap-tooth smile his way.
“Of course! This is what friends are for!”
You think of him as a friend? Jungkook can’t help the dumb smile that rises to his face. He likes that. Friends. As the two of you stay on the roof until moonlight begins to filter through the tree and your parents are calling your name, he thinks he’d like for things to stay that way.
He’d like to be friends with you. Always.
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Our Memories Carved into the Season
The Sky That Doesn’t End Series Masterlist (coming soon)
Genre: EXO AU, High School
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)
Summary: In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.
First, Prev, AO3
Chapter 3: First Song
What chord are you playing at that part again?”
“A.”
“Okay,” she said, readjusting her fingers. “So if I play it like this…” She played a few notes, and he pointed excitedly.
“That! That’s it,” he said. “Play it again.” She restarted, and he joined in, strumming his part again. When they finished the measure, he jumped up in excitement, raising his hand for a high five. “That was perfect!”
She met his high five, and his smile grew seeing her own. It was the biggest one she’d had so far.
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“At the pace we’re going, we could probably have it finished by the end of the week,” he said, standing off to the side as she finished in her locker. She nodded, closing the door. “You ready?”
“Yep,” she said.
Before they could be off, Irene came up between them, hooking her arms through theirs. “Sorry,” she singsonged, “but I’m going to borrow Myeong-suk-ah today.” She frowned as Chanyeol removed his arm, wiping it away quickly as she turned to meet their confused faces. They quickly refilled the space she had taken between them, arms touching, and she had to hold back a scowl, instead, pasting on a smile. “A bunch of us girls are going shopping and I want you to come along.”
“Um, I don’t—”
She cut Myeong-suk off. “Uh uh. We’re having a girls' day out. We can’t spend all of our time around the guys, no matter how cute they are. Besides,” she took Myeong-suk’s hand. “Even though we sit at the same lunch table, I feel like I barely know you.”
When she continued to hesitate, Chanyeol bumped her shoulder. “You should go,” he said, and she turned to look at him. “It’ll be fun.”
“But what about—”
“We can work on it tomorrow,” he promised.
When she still hesitated, Irene grabbed her forearm and shook it a little with a pout. “Please Myeong-suk,” she whined. “Myeong-suk-ah, Myeongie, Myeong Unnie.”
“Okay, okay,” she finally agreed, overwhelmed at her classmate’s sudden enthusiasm.
“Yay! Let’s go!” Irene said, dragging her off. She looked over her shoulder at Chanyeol, who waved at her with a sad smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he mouthed.
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“Ooo, you should try this on,” Irene said, holding a fitted crop top up to Myeong-suk.
She grimaced and gently pushed it away. “It’s not really my style,” she said, receiving a shrug. She picked up a wide striped shirt with oversized sleeves, then put it back, pulling out a crimson and black fine plaid. She held it up then put it back too.
“Aren’t you going to try anything on?” Irene asked. “Chanyeol would like that one.”
She smiled, face heating up. “I can’t really splurge on new clothes right now.”
“You could still try them on though,” Irene huffed. She grabbed the striped and plaid, shoving them at Myeong-suk as she grabbed a few more items. “Just try them on. That's the fun part.” After a couple more moments of Irene silently handing her things, she spoke up again. “It’s a pity we won’t get to graduate with them.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Myeong-suk asked as her heart stopped.
“Didn’t Chanyeol tell you?” Irene continued, still focused on the clothes. “They’ll have to move before then.” When she looked up to see Myeong-suk’s glossy gaze she gasped, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Feilong told me. I thought as close as you two had gotten Channie would have…”
Myeong-suk pulled her arm away, then placed the clothes she was holding on the rack, not bothering with where they went.
“Irene,” one of the other girls from class had joined them, Min-jin if she remembered correctly. “I don’t think it was your place to say anything. And just because that hot head told you one thing, doesn’t mean it applies to all of them.”
“You’re probably right,” Irene said. “Feilong was probably just referring to himself, but they’re all so joined at the hip, it’s hard to imagine them apart. I’m sorry Myeong-suk, I’m sure Chanyeol will say something if he plans on moving too.”
Myeong-suk kept her eyes down, ready to leave, and the other girl just shook her head at Irene. “Hey, Myeong-suk, Min-seon and I are gonna go over to the bookstore. You should join us. We don't really need any clothes either.”
”I don't know…”
”That’s okay, we’ll walk out together and you can decide on the way.”
Min-seon placed a hand on her shoulder. ”It’s okay if you don't want to.”
Myeong-suk nodded and the three left the rest of the group, missing Irene’s smirk.
As they made their way through the crowded mall, the twins talked about random things and pointed at outfits in the window displays, consistently having different preferences. It didn’t go unnoticed to Myeong-suk that they weren’t forcing her to join in, but also made it so that she could if she wanted to by keeping an even pace with her. When they got to the bookstore the three stopped and stood in unsure silence until Min-seon broke it. “We’re sorry about what happened. Irene can be overwhelming and isn’t the kindest individual. We would love to hang out more, but if you need to get away, we understand.”
“It’s not your fault,” Myeong-suk responded, giving the girls a small smile.
“If you want, we could wander around separately? That way there’s alone time without being fully alone.” Min-jin recommended. “I’m actually probably going to browse the music section.”
“That... actually sounds nice,” Myeong-suk said. “Thank you.”
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An hour later, they sat around a table in the crowded food court, mostly focused on their food.
“Did you get the guitar picks for Chanyeol?” Min-jin asked suddenly. Her question startled Myeong-suk out of her spiraling brain, and she nodded slowly, her hand moving to where the picks rested in her bag, then stopping as the thoughts picked back up.
“You shouldn’t listen to what Irene said. Chanyeol’s a good guy, he won’t keep something important like moving a secret from someone he cares about.” Min-jin continued, taking a bite from her food.
“We’re not that close,” Myeong-suk said, her face heating up.
“Chanyeol’s really sweet to pretty much anyone, but he used to stay within the group, with the other guys,” Min-seon said. “The only other person he hangs out with is you.” She took a drink of her bubble tea, allowing that to sink in for a moment.
“Enough about boys,” Min-jin said, reaching into one of her shopping bags. “I finally got Nu’est’s mini-album!” She held it up for them to see. “Look how cute they are!”
Min-seon rolled her eyes at her twin and shared a glance with Myeong-suk. “I thought you were done talking about boys?”
Chapter 4
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Beast Survival - 4
Writer: Nishioka Maiko
Season: Summer
Proofreading: royalquintet (JP & ENG)
Leo: I'm sorry I got carried away! I'm not a monkey! But I am a primate!
[Location: Starmony Hall Courtyard]
Leo: Hmhmhm~m ♪
...Hm? Mm? This sucks!
Let's try this instead. Hmhmhmhmm~m ♪
Wahaha! Got it! I'm a genius, just as I thought~! The gods of music adore me!
Thanks for loving me! I love ya loads right back!
Let the music guide me along for one more song! After all, I'm a genius! Wahahaha ☆!
Gweh—...!?
There's a sudden weight on my back!? Gwehhh~!
Wait, is something like that happening!? Like right outta Journey to the West! The scene where Wukong gets trapped under a rock by Buddha after he gets up to no good!
I'm sorry I got carried away! I'm not a monkey! But I am a primate!
I didn't do anything wrong either! I just got told off by Keito for composing on the walls of ES!
It'd be a huge loss to the world if my melodies were to disappear, so please forgive me—!
Gwehhh~...! It's not letting up!!!
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[Location: Seisou Hall Dorm Room (Tatsumi & Koga)]
Aira: Tattsun-senpaaai~ Tattsun-senpai, are you home~?
Jun: Heya, what's up~! Kazehaya-senpai, sorry to bother you!
Tatsumi: Oh? Aira-san. Thank you for all your hard work with the meeting earlier. And you're here too, Jun-san? What brings the both of you here together?
Dear me. On that note, this is the first time we meet in the dorms over here, isn't it?
You've just moved in the other day, didn't you? How are things? Have you grown accustomed to living here yet?
Jun: Yep. Though dorm life's the same pretty much anywhere. It's not a huge difference between here and Reimei.
Tatsumi: Is that so? That's good to hear. There are some who struggle with getting used to settling into new surroundings, after all.
Some even break down both physically and mentally... such tragic tales.
Oh dear, at this rate we'll all get off track.
How can I help the two of you? I'd initially believed you were here for your housewarming greetings, but then I reasoned it would be strange for Aira-san to be here too. [1]
Aira: Mm, sorry 'bout that. So like, a little while ago you told me about how your roommate Oogami-senpai's got a dog, right?
Since we're looking to chat with people who have pets, we were wondering if you could put us in touch with him.
I did meet him when he moved in, but since we're not quite friends it'd be kinda weird to call him up all of a sudden, wouldn't it?
So... pretty please!
Tatsumi: Is that so... Of course I wouldn't mind getting in touch with him, but...
Ahh, no. I'm afraid it's not quite possible right now.
Aira: Whaaat!? Why's that~?
Tatsumi: I'd dearly love to introduce you all, but Koga-san himself is away for quite some time due to work.
Aira: Aw maaan...
Jun: Dangit~... A case of bad timing, huh. Well, if he's gone for a while then there's no way around it.
Tatsumi: By the way, why are the two of you looking to talk with him?
Jun: Oh. That's... well, the truth is, stuff happened and to cut a long story short, I wanted to chat with Oogami-san 'bout his dog for help playing a role I got.
Tatsumi: Hmm, I see. Playing a role... In that case, this is indeed quite the fix.
Aira: Ah, I got it! If we're looking for dog owners then there's one more person living 'round here who fits the bill!
I remember reading in a magazine interview that Akehoshi-senpai has a dog, too!
Jun: Ohhh, yeah. I think it's got some kinda lucky name, like Omikuji, or Daifukumochi, or something...? [2]
Aira: Akehoshi-senpai's dog is called Daikichi! It's definitely a lucky name, though!
Jun: Ahh, that's right. It's Daikichi. Well then, let's head on over to Akehoshi-san's place and—
Tatsumi: Ah. My apologies for bursting your bubble, but that is most likely impossible as well.
Aira: Hweh?
Tatsumi: I mentioned that Koga-san would be away for a while due to work, but I'd also heard that it just so happens to be a joint collaboration between Undead and Trickstar.
Aira: Which... means that...
Tatsumi: Subaru-san, too, will be absent for quite some time.
Aira: Seriously!?
Man, what a bummer~ I guess that means we gotta go back to the drawing board.
Jun: So we've got bad timing with this too, huh... You could say that's just my luck, or something... But oh well, no point in moping over it.
Standing 'round here hanging our heads is a waste of time, so we'll just have to come up with something else. Thanks so much for your time, Kazehaya-senpai!
Aira: That's too bad...
But thank you, Tattsun-senpai. We'll figure something out~
Tatsumi: Oh, think nothing of it. My apologies that I couldn't be of more help, you two.
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[Location: Starmony Hall Courtyard]
Aira: Ah, geez... And here I thought it was such a good idea, too~....
Jun: Well, we can't always have it all.
But even if we say we'll think up another plan, they don't exactly pop outta thin air... If it was that simple then I'd have come up with loads while I was mulling over it alone.
So other than that, what can we do...
Aira: Mmm... you've got a point there...
???: HEEELP MEEE~!
Jun: ...Hm? Didja just hear a 'help me'...?
Aira: Y-yeah. I definitely heard that too! Did something happen?
Jun: Let's go check it out. It came from that direction, yeah?
Aira: Yep. I am a little scared, but we can't pretend we didn't hear anything. Let's go, Sazanami-senpai!
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Translation Notes:
[1]: Daikichi's name means "great luck" and Jun misremembers it as similarly luck-related names: Omikuji (small random fortunes in which daikichi is the luckiest outcome) and Daifukumochi ("great luck mochi")
[2]: 引っ越しの挨拶 - it's a typical custom in Japan to greet and introduce yourself to your new neighbours right after you move into a new place
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Chapter nineteen: “The Long-Awaited Date”
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Thirty minutes later Bokuto sent you a message saying that he had already arrived at the hotel to pick you up. Emiko jumped off her bed with a big smile on her lips. When you told her about your date, she was too happy for you. Her plan had finally come to an end.
“Have a lot of fun, y/n!” she said as she walked you to the exit. “Don't worry, I'll keep Tendou busy while you're on your date. Do not be late!”
Emiko hugged you and you walked out the door to meet a nervous Bokuto, who had a bunch of broken flowers in his hand. Seeing you, his face flushed, and looking down he handed you the flowers.
“Thank you... They are beautiful, but what happened to them?” you said with a small smile, taking his gift with both hands.
Bokuto laughed as he remembered what had happened. Then he began to explain the situation to you while walking towards a destination unknown to you.
“It's really a funny story,” he laughed. “There is a flower shop on the corner of my house, I bought some that seemed very nice, as you can see. But when I was walking towards your hotel, I noticed that there was a bee inside them! I got so scared that the flowers fell to the ground, and someone accidentally stepped on them.”
Koutarou let a laugh out of his mouth. Hearing him laugh, you did too. By laughing, the uncomfortable atmosphere had already vanished, the conversation was much more fluid, and there were no more silences that could cause more discomfort.
After fifteen minutes of walking, Bokuto stopped and pointed to your left, indicating that you had already reached your destination. Looking where he had pointed, you found a large building. A sign at the entrance indicated that you arrived at ‘Fukurodani Academy'. It was the school where Koutarou went.
“Don't tell me we're going to play volleyball. I didn't bring suitable clothes to do it!”
Bokuto laughed once more, shaking his head; and with great courage, he took your hand to start leading you into the school.
It was not yet night, it was almost six in the afternoon so the sun was still in the sky. The school was quite bright, but there was no one on the grounds. Which scared you a bit, maybe you were trespassing. Like, you were doing illegal things. Forbidden things!
'I don't want to go to jail! I am very young!' you thought looking back and forth looking for the blue and red lights, which would indicate that the police were nearby. But despite frantically searching, no one was there besides you and Bokuto.
Koutarou was ahead of you, guiding you through the entire school until you reached the gym. He turned to see you and noticed your scared face.
“Are we trespassing?” you asked. “Look Bokuto, I like you, but I don't want to go to jail. I'm barely seventeen years old!”
“Oh y/n, sorry. I should have told you before” he said releasing your hand and opening the gym door. “They let us come to train whenever we want, that's why we were able to enter. The police won't come to take us, I promise.”
Once inside the gym, a bit calmer, you saw a table in the middle of it, with two chairs next to it. On the table were two plates of food, and also a large pink cake.
The two of you walked to the middle of the court and sat on the chairs.
“I didn't know you were so romantic, Koutarou.” Just like the other time, Bokuto blushed when he heard his name come out of your mouth. Then you looked at what was on the plates: a large portion of your favorite food. “How did you know that this is what I like the most?”
“Emiko told me... Well I asked her actually” he said pouring water into a glass, and then he served you too. “And with the romantic thing, I don't think so. Akaashi, and the whole team as well, helped me do this. I also made this strawberry cake! It's not going to be as delicious as the one you made the other day, but give it a try!”
You blushed. You were flattered that not only had he done all this for you, but that he had also filled out your recipe, and tried to recreate it to surprise you.
Dinner flowed smoothly, the two of you laughing the entire time, talking about everything but volleyball. Just as you promised.
After finishing the meal, Bokuto cut the strawberry cake that he had made. To tell the truth, it was horrible. Raw on the inside and burned on the outside, your stomach wanted to vomit. But instead of spitting it out and expressing how disgusting it was, you decided it was better to try really hard to swallow the piece of cake and encourage him to keep practicing so that you could improve; even if you could tell that the kitchen wasn't Bokuto's strongest field.
It was getting late now, and the moon was already looming in the sky. It was time to go back to the hotel.
Of course, Bokuto accompanied you to where you were staying. Upon reaching the entrance, Koutarou took your hand and turned you around so you could see him.
“So, I guess this is the goodbye…” he said with a little blush, but with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“Yep” you didn't know what to say to him. You didn't want to leave yet, these days hadn't been enough to really get to know him.
“I…” “I think…”
You both said at the same time.
“You first,” you said quickly. You needed a little more time before you could say something that comes from your heart.
“Okay… I know we don't know each other very well, but I do know that I want to. I want to know you even more, ” Bokuto began, looking down more and more. All the courage he had inside him had been exhausted by taking you by the hand twice already. “Maybe I could come to visit Miyagi in a few weeks, or you can come here again, you can stay at my place! Only if you want, of course.”
Now you were the one blushing. Energy went through your body. You have never felt something like this before.
“Seems right to me. You can also stay at my house if you come during the weekend. You might not know this, but I live inside the school from Monday to Friday” you said and Bokuto raised his head. “I think I should go now. Thanks for everything, Bokuto, I've had a great time.”
Bokuto said goodbye to you and finally released your hand. Which caused a weird reaction in your body, you didn't know what it was, but you wanted his hand to be close to yours again.
“Koutarou, wait!” you yelled at him before entering the hotel, and when you came running to where he was, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Maybe we are both the losers of the Nationals, but we won something much more important than a stupid trophy.”
And when the two of you broke the hug, you planted a big kiss on his cheek; then quickly returned to the lobby.
'I shouldn't have done that' you thought as you passed the doorway.
“That was the cheesiest thing I've ever seen in my life,” said a voice that came from next to you.
Turning your head you found Tendou, watching you with crossed arms.
Now your worst nightmare had come true: Satori found out that you went on a date with Bokuto.
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Call An Uber? | 02
BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut
Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?
What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.4k
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Bold = English
"You make it sound like we're gonna die."
"Yeah well you will, if you don't move your ass." I swung open my door, tugging the mask higher on my face and swishing my (h/c) hair around to cover the rest partially.
Hopefully any lurking cameras wouldn't sneak a peek of my flustered appearance, because that would be embarrassing in itself. I had worn only the lightest makeup possible today. Of course I didn't want to look like a troll in front of my customers, but now that I was breathing right next to two perfect, ethereal human beings, I suddenly wished I’d made a better effort to impress.
"Quick!" Jimin's abrupt gasp snapped me out of my thoughtless gazing, and I turned around to see Jungkook walking towards me swiftly. Jimin was already heading inside, but had thrown a worried glance back in my direction when he saw my frozen form on the pavement. I instantly started at the sudden pressure on my lower back and jumped forward when Jungkook's large hand pressed me in that direction.
"Sorry, but you probably shouldn't touch me if people can see," I murmured and led the way through the sliding doors into the cooled administration room.
Jungkook's tentative hand jerked away as if he had touched a burning hot iron.
The weather had been quite warm outside, but I hadn't taken too much notice because of the exceptional air conditioning of my car. I whipped my head around one last time to blow a tiny kiss to my precious baby parked outside, as it was still new and had already been through an exciting car-chase of sorts. Even copping a harsh slap to the ass in the process.
I'll be back soon Red.
I turned back around to see the cheeky maknae giving me an incredulous look with one eyebrow raised.
"Don't judge me, it's new."
When Namjoon came to fetch his two younger members, he was definitely far from pleased. As soon as he entered the room all three of us were sitting in, he gave me a quick glance up and down with his expression hardening the closer he looked. Despite his misgivings, the tall man still managed to flash me a strained smile while he dipped his head in a sign of respect. He was truly a kind soul, and I knew he’d probably need to make an initial judgement based off this first look.
The professional demeanour continued as his careful eyes flickered to Jimin and Jungkook. He had already gone through the initial apologies and displays of gratitude as soon as he bowed, but now his expression was disappointed as he beckoned the other two members in the room.
"You two come with me."
Damn, his leader voice was definitely no joke! I felt myself squirm in my seat, probably from the uncomfortable tension suddenly flooding the room. Namjoon looked as good as ever, silvery grey hair styled in a way that just made me speechless, but his usually calm and thoughtful expression was tired and stressed.
Poor guy, he must have torn his hair out over this. I hope he doesn't think I'm insane or something.
I knew there was absolutely no way he would trust me completely on the first meeting, but seeing as though his fellow band members had mentioned their situation and fortunate escapade, his gaze seemed softer than it could've been.
Thinking about what could've gone wrong made me shudder, and I pushed the thoughts away as the two boys I had shared a car with for the past half an hour jumped to their feet. I was sad, but I mean who wouldn't be? I had fangirled over them so many times and once I’d actually met them, it seemed quite literally too good to be true.
I knew they couldn't stay though, and when it came down to it, I was most likely viewed as just another fan. Just another fan that they had happened to meet coincidentally, but still nothing too estranged from a fan meeting event where girls from various backgrounds would provide them with gifts and words of encouragement.
Why would I expect anything different from this?
I forced down the bile rising in my throat and avoided making eye contact with any of the boys, as I couldn't bear to watch them go. Slipping through my fingers, kind of like the moment you begin to wake up from a dream you longed to replay over and over.
The realisation that they’d halted in their movements took me way too long, but as I snapped up to meet Jungkook's conflicted expression, I suddenly gasped. "Oh, sorry!"
I tugged off the mask he had graciously lent me and held it out with a shaky hand in the younger boy's direction. His eyes flashed with recognition and even surprise, much to my own confusion.
"Oh, that...I won't mind if you keep it, I have plenty of others."
I let out a sharp breath and smiled forlornly. "Creepy, you're giving me your clothes now?"
I laughed softly when he rolled his eyes and dismissed me with a joking wave of his hand, bunny smile flashing. Jimin also couldn't help but grin at the maknae's chivalrous attempt and how it had completely backfired.
Someone cleared their throat deeply and I met the pointed look of Namjoon once more, even though his gaze had settled the tiniest bit at seeing his fellow members act comfortably.
"(Y/n)-ssi, is it?"
"Yes, I'm sorry to make you wait so long Kim Namjoon-ssi. You must have been worried sick." I struggled to be as respectful as I could, my eyebrows knitting together in concentration as I spoke. Did I even use the correct honorific? Maybe I should have used something higher because he's the leader of the group. Ah, I don't know!
A chuckle broke me from the horrifying contemplation, and I flinched slightly as Jimin bent down to enter my line of vision. "Don't worry too hard about all the honorific stuff, Namjoonie-hyung will understand."
I nodded with a cringe alighting my features, annoyed at my own obvious floundering with their language. I had been in the country for a couple of months, so why couldn't I just get my act together and converse properly?
"Do...you speak English at all?" Namjoon ventured with a smile that made his dimples pop adorably. I let out a big sigh and ran a hand through my windblown hair while nodding.
"Yep, I'm from (Y/c). But I do understand Korean fairly well, it's just the honorifics and technicalities that trip me up a bit."
Jimin and Jungkook groan simultaneously at the revelation that I was fluent in the language they practiced the most, and I couldn't help but smirk. They must have had some suspicion, as I did't exactly look Korean anyway, but there was always the notion that I could have been born to foreign parents and grown up here.
"I never would have known! Your Korean is still great," Jimin whined lowly and I couldn't help but laugh, the look in my eyes eventually shifting to one of apology.
"That's fine, it's alright to just use 'ssi' anyway," Namjoon nodded and I relaxed my shoulders in relief. The switch back to Korean was somewhat jarring, but it was only fair that everyone in the room should understand the gist of the conversation.
"But hyung, she told us she doesn't mind if you don't use them for her," Jungkook was next to pipe up, and I was surprised he even remembered such a thing at this point in time. I just smiled and shook my head in response.
"I don't mind either way. I'm not fussed at all."
"Yes, well we should be going anyway." Namjoon cut off the conversation and glanced at his watch, looking back around at everyone in the room.
"Thankyou (Y/n)-ssi for taking care of our members, something like this shouldn't happen again."
At the sound of their leader's stern voice, the boys both hung their heads slightly, and I knew that even though the situation had worked out for the best, it definitely was not ideal for this kind of thing to happen when their careers could be put on the line.
"It's alright, Jungkook's mask is the only thanks I need," I decided to joke so that I can see the younger boys smile again, and I was rewarded with the most beautiful pearly white grins yet. Namjoon chuckled and motioned with one hand for the boys to leave the room before him.
Jungkook turned and threw a small wave and bow in my direction. I returned them, and he finally exited the room with a hefty sigh to let out all of his pent-up stress. Jimin followed with the same gestures and I responded with a faintly sorrowful smile. Ah, what I wouldn’t give to just spend a whole day with them. I was then ultimately left alone with the leader of BTS. To say I wasn’t a tad intimidated would be a lie.
"Once again, you have truly done us a service. We are glad to have a fan such as yourself supporting us,” Namjoon spoke after a few seconds of silent tension.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much you guys have helped me already, so please don't feel as though you owe me anything," I quietly respond and watch as his eyes cloud with admiration and respect suddenly.
Maybe he regretted acting so robotic and cold when he came in, but he was the leader and professionalism mattered so much when you were faced with a situation that called for big demonstrations of leadership. Namjoon smiled and bowed again, reaching out to shake my hand kindly before leaving the room to join the others. I knew all that was left was meeting the CEO of Bighit Entertainment.
Yeah, because that's something to just brush over.
God, so much was happening to me today. How could I possibly go back to streaming endless amounts of videos and fangirling over pictures when I had actually spoken with three members of the band itself? I forced down the niggling thoughts of 'that's only three out of seven' and grunted apprehensively.
You're lucky enough as it is, don't be greedy.
The thing is, nothing about my long-distance relationship with the boys was normal anymore, and I wondered if the girls who attended fan-meetings felt exactly the same way. The fact that they were just normal guys with normal thoughts had always crossed my mind when I watched them through the screen, but seeing it in action proved to be disarming at the very least.
Stupid world-famous idols, don't play with my heart like this.
The meeting and disclaimer signage with Bang PD went well in the end, and I was consistently surprised at how kind-hearted and open he was with everything that had gone down. All the staff I had encountered were nothing short of accommodating, and they were continuously apologising for the mess caused. Even though I had told them many times it was truly a blessing in disguise, they remained insistent on the matter.
"Please, I want you to take this as a token of our gratitude." Bang PD smiled warmly in my direction, and before I could refuse he held out a slip of paper. It was a cheque, and my eyes blew wide when my eyes scanned the tiny bold numbers printed neatly on the surface.
"Please, I can't accept this, I already got paid for my service."
Before the short man could shake his head and insist further, a light knock sounded on the frosted glass pane of the office door before opening. In stepped a young woman who bowed repeatedly for her intrusion, her short night black hair bobbing up and down along with her.
"I'm terribly sorry Bang PD-nim, but the donor from Chile has arrived back at the office ahead of schedule."
The founder of Bighit nodded in understanding, clearing his throat to speed up whatever process was happening. He turned back to me with a reassuring glance and I took a deep breath, fully understanding I wasn't really able to refuse his generous offer.
"Right, well thank you once again for your service, I have other things to attend to it seems. It was lovely to meet you."
The cheque still scorching hot in my left hand not going unnoticed, I forced myself to return his smile with a gulp. He gestured softly for the door and followed me out. The young woman looked quite flustered as she shifted from foot to foot just outside the bleak office entryway.
The building's interior was very modern and clean-cut, and I knew it was probably very, very different from the actual Bighit Entertainment building itself. Seeing as it was meant for living arrangements and not vital meetings such as the one mentioned earlier.
I exchanged formalities with Mr.Bang once more before I turned towards the exit of the dormitory building, my big and exciting day coming to a close just like that.
"I'm sorry, but it seems our Spanish interpreter has called in absent today. I've just been informed that the donor came without one," the hushed whisper from the woman reached my ears as I took a couple of steps towards the large glass doors. I heard a sharp click of a tongue and a deep, masculine sigh from behind me.
"Well what are we going to do? I don't know enough Spanish for an entire face-to-face meeting like this."
"Does anyone else in the company?" The woman's voice was growing frantic, as she was apparently about to drown in her sudden bout of panic.
Bang PD's tone was irritated. "Why the hell was this not scheduled better?"
I honestly could not blame him. What kind of interpreter would just call in absent on such an important event? Even if the sickness was life-threatening, there were ways to notify and organise something to compensate for it, or give some warning to reschedule.
A small smile stretched my lips as I twirled around on one of my heels happily, once again facing the distraught looking woman and CEO who were deep in hurried conversation.
"If I mentioned that I was fluent in Spanish, would that help?"
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The Miys, Ch 96
Whew! Life has been bananas lately, not even including the current pandemic, protests, and everything else going on in the U.S. right now. Just my personal life has been crazy.
Because of this, I’m super excited to approach the end of this arc. I’m having more and more fun as I write this, thanks to @baelpenrose and @creakingcryptid helping with the beta reading and the characters everyone has made for me.
Thank you, everyone, for reading and your likes, reblogs, questions, and comments. All of you have given me an ocean of calm in a crazy world, and as long as you stick around, I’ll keep writing!
I managed to get to the Undine with no issues and five minutes to spare. Sebastian came out from behind the bar to greet me with a hug - which was unusual, seeing as we weren’t exactly close. However, nobody seemed to notice. “What the hell are you doing, Sophia,” he hissed in my ear before releasing me with a large, fake smile and ushering me to a table. “I’ll have your drink in just a minute,” he said at a normal volume as I took my seat.
Glancing around, I didn’t see Antoine anywhere. Assuming it was due to being early, I flicked open my datapad and pulled up some files from work. Just past my screen, I could see ‘Solozo’ make his way to the bar and grab a menu. So far so good. Sebastian returned with a drink I most certainly had not ordered - it smelled like coconut and was a screaming blue color. Reluctantly, I took a sip and suppressed a grimace. Yep. Coconut.
I turned my gaze back to my screen, scrolling aimlessly through a file that I honestly was paying exactly zero attention to, anxiously waiting for Antoine to arrive and tell me what the hell was going on. Despite trying to be overly-aware of my surroundings, I nearly jumped and screamed when a voice spoke behind me.
“Ah yes, duty rosters. So riveting. Tyche reads them before bed to get a good night’s sleep. She swears they work better than any medication she has tried.” When I started to glance over my shoulder, he snapped at me softly. “No. Do not turn. Continue to review the file so you look like you are talking to yourself.”
“I will look crazier than I already do,” I objected with chagrin.
“Non. When you are working on something tricky, you move your lips when you think. Your sister does the same thing. No one will think anything of it.”
“Why am I here?” I finally asked. “I don’t see you for months, don’t hear from you, and then you yell at me in the hall as a cover to set up some Spy Versus Spy shit…”
“You have no idea how much truth is behind those words,” he muttered with a rueful tone. “I have been incognito for Councilor Kalloe, pretending to join Jokul Bjornson’s group.”
“Oh for fuck - Then why am I here instead of her?”
“Mr. Bjornson needs you, and I do not mean in the way he believes.”
“He hates me, remember?” I scowled at my datapad, flicking through files angrily.
I heard a sigh behind me. “He hates what he has been made to believe about you. There was never any intention to create any sort of cult, and I am not quite convinced he is aware that is what it has become. He does believe that we have come through Ragnarok, and that we are starting our new world. The people who agree and surround him are twisting the information he receives, even when I have spoken with him personally. They will warp and remake my words before my very eyes, until pigs fly and the sky is green. When I tried to tell him you never wished to join the Council, they made him believe you wish to supplant the Council and be the only one in charge. I have heard people try to tell him about the education programs, it becomes brainwashing and indoctrination to keep the powerful in control.”
“Okay, why do they aim him at me, though?”
I heard a rustle of fabric and could almost see him shrug in my mind. “After the Baconistes were thwarted and our fuzzy yellow microbe-friend almost killed everyone, you have something of…. A legendary quality about you. You are a hero, of sorts.” I groaned and smacked my forehead on the table before tossing back half of the blue concoction in front of me. Antoine just chuckled. “I am aware. Your worst nightmare, non? The people who surround him convince him that you will use this as a power-grab, and attempts to tell him you merely wish to be left alone are snatched away before he can hear them. He has been made to believe you must be stopped, that he is saving the rest of us from losing our fresh start.”
“Hooo-boy,” I murmured, fighting the nausea in my stomach. Budding despot and aspiring warlord, I could handle, surprisingly. But this guy thought he was the hero. I was unsuccessful in suppressing another groan. Opening a blank document, I started tapping out a message. “Does Xiomara know about this?”
“Oui. However, she requested that I find a way to resolve this as quietly as possible to spare Mr. Bjornson’s reputation, as he is being misled.” Another rustle, another shrug. “I believe he is an adult and does not have to listen to those who are pouring poison into his ears, but that is also a steep slope to start down. If you will meet with him, I believe that the two of us may be successful in showing him that you are both on the same side.”
“I have an idea that may be our ace in the hole,” I admitted, shooting the message off to Arthur with details and my request. “But, yeah. As much as I want to say ‘no way, he’s on his own’, I’ll trust you on this with one caveat: I am not going in there alone. I will be bringing someone with me as back up, and I’m not telling you who because I don’t want to blow your cover or theirs.”
“Not Councilor Kalloe,” he insisted.
I scoffed. “Of course not. She asked you to fix this quietly, and she has made it very clear how she wants to avoid any more criminal trials until we at least make it to Von.” The name still felt strange on my lips, but it was much shorter, so I told myself I would adjust. “Not her, not my sister. You won’t recognize the person, but they are coming with me.”
“If I do not recognize them, neither will Jokul,” Antoine agreed. “That is a sound plan, I believe.”
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Fall AU (Part 11)
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“We need to talk about something,” Zakk said quietly to himself. Water cascaded around him, and he ran his fingers through his wet hair, making sure all the shampoo was gone. He tried again. “I have something I need to tell you. No…” He sighed. Maybe it’d be better to just wing it.
Just then, he heard the distant sound of Baby’s bark. That was… odd. Baby usually didn’t bark at anything. Moments later, the bathroom door opened with no warning.
“Lucas?” Zakk asked sharply. Instinctively, he angled his body away.
He was met with only the sounds of weak crying.
“What’s wrong?”
Lucas softly replied, but Zakk couldn’t hear him over the sound of the water.
“Okay, hang on, hang on,” Zakk murmured, and he turned the shower off and stepped out, reaching for his towel. But before he made contact with it, Lucas slid forward and hugged him.
“Oh, no,” Zakk hissed, but Lucas didn’t move back. He just stood and cried into Zakk’s shoulder. “Lucas, I’m soaking wet,” Zakk pleaded, “and this is so inappropriate. I don’t have clothes on-”
“I don’t care,” Lucas told him tearfully.
“Yeah, but it feels like you’re one of the kids,” Zakk explained a little urgently, pushing Lucas off, covering his crotch with one hand, and holding out the other. “Can you give me my towel, please? Please? Right now?”
Lucas did, and Zakk hastily wrapped it around his waist, tucking it in securely and drying his hands on it before reaching out to touch Lucas’ shoulders. “Why are you crying?”
“I feel… sad.”
Zakk frowned. “You feel sad?”
Lucas nodded. “Really, really sad.” His bottom lip poked out a little.
“Why do you feel sad?”
Lucas shook his head, tears flooding his eyes again. “I don’t know,” he said frustratedly, and he turned around, quietly sobbing.
The fact that he turned away solidified for Zakk that this was 100% real emotion. He wasn’t just seeking comfort or a hug; he was truly upset about something.
“Are you sure you don’t know? It’s okay if you just don’t want to tell me. I won’t be mad.”
“No, I - I don’t know. I just had too many feelings.”
Zakk nodded. “Okay. What do you want to do?”
Lucas looked over his shoulder at him questioningly.
“Well,” Zakk said patiently, “you came up here to tell me that you’re upset. What were you hoping would happen?”
“I guess I… Um, I want to get in your bed with you.”
Zakk nodded. “Okay. Let me get some clothes on really quick, and then I’d be happy to. Go out and wait for me?”
Lucas nodded back and exited the bathroom, shoulders drooping as he went.
Exhaling heavily, Zakk and went to the closet to get dressed. When he walked into the bedroom, he found Lucas and Baby together on the bed. Lucas was still crying.
Gently, Zakk murmured, “What’s wrong, hmm?”
“Where’s our daughter?” Lucas asked tearfully.
Zakk blinked. “What?”
“Madelyn. Where is she?”
Zakk stared at him for several seconds. “Lucas, we don’t have a daughter.”
“Yes, we do! I see her in my dreams. Her name is Madelyn, and sometimes she’s big and sometimes she’s little. Sometimes she cries, and when I give her a hug, she feels better.”
Zakk brushed Lucas’ hair back from his face.
“I miss her so bad. Are you hiding her like you hid Baby?”
“No,” Zakk promised. “We really don’t have a daughter.”
“She’s real!”
“That’s not what I said,” Zakk countered calmly. “I didn’t say she’s not real. But we don’t have a daughter.”
“I see her in my dreams,” Lucas repeated sadly, and he wiped at his face.
Zakk frowned.
“And I miss my little brother. And I miss my big sister. And you were in the shower, so I missed you.”
That marked the first time Lucas had mentioned Isabel, but since the chances of her getting to a phone were slim, Zakk hadn’t commented on her. He wasn’t even sure if she knew what was going on. Lucas’ parents knew, but Isabel probably didn’t. It didn’t seem to matter, though, because Lucas had already moved on to the next thing.
“I had another dream, but not about Madelyn. It was about me and you.”
“Oh?”
Lucas nodded. “We were in the garage. You were yelling at me really loud, but not because you were mad. You were scared.”
“I was scared?”
“Yeah.” He pouted a little. “I was going to do something bad, and you caught me.”
“What?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Well,” Zakk said slowly, “I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at you.”
“It’s okay. I probably wouldn’t remember if you did.” Lucas pushed his lips out like he wanted a kiss and gave Zakk a questioning look.
Zakk just lightly covered Lucas’ mouth with his fingers. “No kisses,” Zakk whispered.
“Can we watch the show?”
“Yeah. But hey - I gotta talk to you about something first.”
“What?”
Zakk grimaced. “I… I have to go back to work. Tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Okay?” Zakk echoed, a little surprised.
“Yeah.” He tilted his head as he studied Zakk’s face. “I’ll miss you. But I’ll be okay. I’ll take care of Baby for you.”
“You can call me any time, alright? Whenever you need anything. And... one of my friends is coming over, so you won’t be alone. He’s really nice. He’ll love you.”
Lucas nodded. “Kay. Can we watch the show now if I can’t have a kiss?”
Zakk blew air out of his nostrils. “Yeah, yeah. I’m surprised you’re not trying to kiss Jon Snow.”
“Yeah, well… He’s next best.”
“After who?”
“You.”
Zakk chuckled and gave Lucas a squeeze.
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Where is Madelyn? Our daughter. I don’t know how old she is. I miss her. Sometimes she gets in our bed when she has bad dreams and we make her feel safe. I tell the man not to let her sleep with us but he does and I don’t move her away because that’s mean. I think I’m a good dad. I know the man is a great dad. He always picks her up from preschool while I type on a computer. When she gets big I regret getting her because I want a different path for her than the one we accidentally gave her. The man tells me we did everything right, but it hurts when we were so careful not to make a single misstep and then somebody else ruins it all.
Writing this down is making me remember what happened to her and I feel sick. I’m glad I was there to hold her hand and talk her through the time at the hospital but I’m sorry that she hurt herself afterwards and had to go to the other hospital. That was the worst time in my life. But the man says we don’t have a daughter. I hope he’s right.
I tried olives today and I didn’t like them. The man says I used to, and he seemed worried that I don’t now. He didn’t cry, though, so that was a good thing. I cried because I got too many thoughts all at once, and I went in the bathroom and he was naked. It made my stomach feel kind of nice. He’s not as big as me in his private area, but I think I like his more than mine.
Zakk let out a shocked laugh before continuing to the next paragraph.
There was a song playing in my head today in a different language but I know it was my sister’s. I can’t remember her name, but I know that she makes me happy. She used to pick me and my little brother up from high school sometimes when she was home, and we would listen to music in the car. When it was just me and her she made me listen to this. It sounds like… happy. Like music for a party two hundred years ago. Longer, probably.
The man is leaving me at home tomorrow all day. As much as I don’t want to know, I’m going to try to figure out what happened to me. So I have to go in the garage.
“The garage?” Zakk whispered in confusion. He turned the page, hoping for more, but there was nothing. He closed the journal, laid it down on the table how Lucas had left it, and went back up to bed.
Lucas lifted his head and asked blearily, “Zakk?”
A warm smile graced Zakk’s face at the sweet sound of his own name coming from Lucas’ mouth. “Yeah, I’m here, baby.” He laid down beside Lucas, and they wrapped their arms around each other. Zakk felt a bit of guilt again at the fact that he was treating Lucas like his lover again, but he felt the same guilt when he treated him like a friend, or worse, a child. It was hard not to, though, when it felt like every few hours, Lucas was a new person.
“We’re going to sleep now?”
Zakk’s smile turned into a slight grimace. Lucas had just woken up in a dark room and asked it was bedtime… Zakk just wanted his goddamned husband back. “Yep. Go back to sleep.”
“Okay.” Lucas dropped his head back onto his pillow. “I remembered something big,” he stated, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.
“What?”
“I woke up, and I was crying because I realized that I forgot to brush my teeth,” he explained easily, and Zakk’s heart ached for the old Lucas even more, “and I felt kind of like… tired but not just sleepy. It felt awful. Like, tired in my soul.”
Zakk nodded as he listened.
“And I remembered I was sitting in here in the daylight and crying because I felt like that.”
Zakk was quiet for several seconds, waiting for more, but - just like the journal - nothing else came. “When was this?” he finally asked.
“Right before,” Lucas answered, slurring a little.
“Before what?”
There was another long pause.
“Lucas, before what?” Zakk asked, leaning up on his elbow to see Lucas’ face.
Lucas was sound asleep.
Zakk exhaled slowly in disappointment, and then he pressed his forehead against Lucas’ and began to pray.
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The firehouse was open and airy, and it reminded Buck of the New York station that Owen and TK used to work at, which is unsurprising seeing as Owen was the one who helped design both of them.
TK holds a finger to his lips, signaling to Buck to be quiet as he rounds the corner in a bid to give the team a pleasant surprise. Buttercup is the first to notice them and Buck can’t help but instantly fall in love with the dog especially after he greets TK he moves onto Buck.
Paul brought their presence to the attention of the others as they hover over the food and soon enough the rest of the team were hovering around them looking absolutely delighted to see TK upright again. Buck stays out of the way reveling in the joy of Buttercup’s affection, letting the team have their moment.
It’s the big guy, who Buck assumes is Judd who clears his throat, “So, who’s the guy?”
Owen shakes himself realising that he hasn’t introduced Buck to the team yet. “That’s right! Team, meet Buck, my other son. Buck, this is the team; Marjan, Paul, Mateo, and Judd.”
“It’s good to see you guys again and it’s nice to finally meet you, Judd.” He says, extending out his hand to the tall man who takes it with a nod in return.
“Wait a second, did you say, ‘other son’?” Marjan interjects before turning her attention to Buck, “I thought you said you were a friend of the family.”
“I mean, technically I am a friend of the family, these two knuckleheads unofficially adopted when I lived with them a few years ago and I haven’t been able to get rid of them since,” Bucks says with a grin.
TK turns on Buck and gives him a playful shove, looking scandalised, “Dude, you just wouldn’t go away! Besides, I always wanted a brother and-” he says the next part in a staged whisper, “secretly dad has always wanted a second son too.”
Buck chuckles and, using his height over TK, puts his head into a gentle headlock and messes up his hair while being mindful of his shoulder.
“Get off Buck! If I knew you would be like this when I met you, I would never have agreed to let you live with us!”
“Come on, admit it, you love me. You love having big brother Buck.” He says gleefully.
“You know I do, now would you let go!” responds TK without any heat to his words, enjoying the banter.
“Oh, dear lord, there are two of them,” Judd says and looks up to the ceiling in mock prayer.
Finally releasing TK, Buck gives him a nudge in his dad’s direction while simultaneously keeping the team’s attention to allow the two to disappear upstairs to talk.
Buck laughs, “Don’t worry Judd, I swear me being here is only temporary, I just came over from LA to support Owen while TK was in the hospital, but now that he’s walking and talking again I’ll be heading back to my own station soon.”
The five of them gravitate back over to the food and start setting the table for dinner. “So, you’re firefighter as well?” asks Judd.
“Yep, graduated in the same class as TK,” Buck replies, taking a seat.
“Oh, wait! If you’re from LA, you might know the firefighter who got a piece of rebar through his head. Judd mentioned it the other day.” asks Mateo.
Paul interrupts before Buck has the chance to answer. “Dude, just because he’s from LA, doesn’t mean that he knows all the other firefighters in the city.” Owen and TK join them at the table then, distracting him momentarily from his answer as he gets a small smile from TK.
“Ah, actually in this case I do… Chim, well Howard, is from my station.” Bucks says scratching behind his ear.
“What kind of name is Chim?” “Oh man, that’s crazy!”
“Chim is short for Chimney, a nickname that I still haven’t learned the story to yet, and crazy doesn’t even being to cover the things that have happened in LA…” his thoughts drift for a second before he shakes himself from that line of thinking, “but we’re not the only ones, I saw on the news you guys had tornados not long ago.”
He catches Owen narrowing his gaze at him and winces internally, knowing that the man had picked up on his lapse. Thankfully no one else seemed to notice, so Buck turns his focus back to the table and listens to Mateo energetic retelling of the events of that day.
Forgetting about his momentary slip-up, Buck lets the easy-going chatter wash over him. He takes it all in and smiles to himself, pleased that the energy of the table felt just like it does at the 118. He leans back in his seat, yeah, they did a good job at finding a family here.
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Something has been bothering Owen all night and that something has to do with Buck. He’s been worried about the kid since he got to Austin. Something about him just seemed off somehow. I mean, sure, he was still the same empathetic, heart of gold kid he met back in New York but now there’s this shadow of pain in his eyes that most people wouldn’t even realise was there. But Owen could see it.
He already had his suspicions that Buck wasn’t sleeping properly. In the mornings when he was sitting by TK’s bedside, he’d calculated that maximum amount of sleep Buck could possibly get, factoring in the time Buck left to travel to and from the house and the time that he returned, and at best the kid would be getting max 6 hours of sleep.
Realistically, it’s more likely closer to 5 hours, judging by the shadows under his eyes, but he just wanted to be optimistic. And that’s not including the fact that when he got to Austin he’d been awake for 30 hours not including a nap, so who’s to say what Buck’s sleeping pattern is actually like when he’s on shift and has an even less regular sleep routine. Let’s just say Owen is worried, to say the least.
In saying all this, though, not once had the kid complained or mention anything that was bothering him in the times that they sat together. But what really cemented his concern that something even was amiss, was the hesitation, the pause in what he was going to say at dinner. It bothered Owen to no end all through his shift and on the drive home.
It was mid-morning by the time he pulled into the driveway and he yawns as he gets out of the car. What he did not expect to discover upon entering his house was seeing Buck cooking in the kitchen nor seeing TK sitting at the island bench chopping up fruit bemoaning about his relationship with Carlos.
“Dude, you should just call him,” Buck says from the stove, flipping a pancake.
“What, am I supposed to say ‘oh hey Carlos, guess what? I’m awake, wanna go on a date?’”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying! To quote the Dalai Lama – Take into account that great love and great achievement involve great risk.” Buck says with a flourish of the spatula before adding the last pancake onto the pile.
“When did you get to be so wise?” asks Owen finally making his presence known as TK scrapes the last of the fruit into a bowl ready to be served. Buck slides a plate and cutlery in front of the two Strands, now sitting side by side, while he himself opted to stand opposite to them.
“Let’s just say a few too many near-death experiences gave me perspective.” He says it far too casually while stacking some pancakes to his plate. Without looking up he adds, “Dig in Owen, I made sure it was all organic.”
Owen for his part was no longer thinking about the food. “What do you mean too many-near death experiences?! The only one you told us about was the ladder truck!”
Buck freezes in his movement, looking like a dear caught in headlights before backpedaling with a very unconvincing recovery. “Did I say that? What I meant to say was that I have a very wise sister.”
“Buck.” TK draws out warningly.
The blonde man sighs in defeat and slumps forward onto the bench, leaning on his forearms. With his eyes downturned but darting, Buck begins to pick at his fingernails. “Uh, so I-um might have had a-um, a pulmonary embolism just after I got recertified.”
Owen opens his mouth, about to speak but it seemed Buck has more to say. “And I-uh might have been at Santa Monica Pier… when the tsunami hit.” He says the last part with a grimace.
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Core
“No I am not, just working on this Wolfbane file.”
ZM
"Ooo~ cool. Can we check out that book we were looking at before? Or does this place not work like a library."
Core
“I trust Shatter to bring it back, so yes you may borrow the folder.”
ZM
"Sweet thank you" She sits on the floor crosslegged flipping through the folder. "Which do you wanna get next tonic?" "Oh, um orion?" She flips to that.
Core
It was in the ‘adventure time’ au.
ZM
she looks to shatter who said that. "Ah, alright. Wonder if we'll meet fin. Its so weird meeting fictional characters haha! "
Core
“Well we just need to find this hunter.” Shatter said.
ZM
"Maybe its fin." She jokes. "Shatter would you do the honers of taking us there?"
Core
Shatter made a portal. “Says here ‘hunter princess’”
ZM
"Bubble gum! Kidding, is hunter princess what they call her?" She goes through.
Core
“It literally just says hunter princess, forest, adventure time au.”
ZM
"So helpful." She slides down a little hill in the forest. "Hunter princes! Wherever you are come here"
Core
“What do you want?” A voice sais
ZM
"oh uh, you have a gem?"
Core
“Yes I have the jewel you seek, but it’ll cost ya.”
ZM
"yeah, and what's that."
Core
“The feather of a cockatrice, get me that, and the jewel is yours.”
ZM
"Random. Why?"
Core
“It can heal cancer, and also be used as a spell ingredient.”
ZM
"what's this spell than?"
Core
“Turn people into stone.”
ZM
"sure.... whatever yeah we'll get that for you." chara waves her hand. "were can we find it?"
Core
“On a cockatrice, it lives in the desert.”
ZM
"k" she turns and they go to the desert "how big do you think this chicken is?" she asks shatter
Core
“18 to 50 feet, but my form is 25.” Shatter said
ZM
"that is a big chicken. we should bring it back for horror."
Core
“She would eat it, but watch out for it’s eyes.”
ZM
"yee i know sis, medusa chicken, i'm ready."
Core
“I have an idea, when we find it, I’ll turn into a mole and kick sand in it’s eyes.”
ZM
"sounds good. it is freaking me out a little that it lives in the desert."
Core
“Why?”
ZM
"well there's nothing here. it's not like it burrows, does it?"
Core
“Cockatrice are cold blooded, so it is perfect.”
ZM
"hmm, they must be pretty hardy." chara points "hey is that it?" in the distance there's a figure.
Core
Shatter looked and saw familiar plumage. “Yep.” She turned into a mole and dug underground
ZM
Chara laid low and watched
Core
She appeared in front of the bird and kicked sand
ZM
The bird shook it's head and glared at the mole relizing there were no eyes it got mad and looked for another victim
Core
Shatter assumed she got both eyes and turned back to normal.
The creature turned to their good eye, luckily shatter turned into a cockatrice just in time, the twos ability balancing out
ZM
(Stare down of the cockatrice.) Chara had been trying to sneak to the back of it and pluck a fether. She was close
Core
Shatter kept the cockatrice’s attention, though that wasn’t very hard since it turned out the wild one was male. (Sorry not sorry but he is trying to flirt)
ZM
(Lol) Chara gets ready to jump and right after she pluck it she did, right over the two of them and started to run to tonic.
Core
Shatter then attacked the male, showing she was NOT interested
ZM
"Woooo!" Chara runs and grabs tonics paw while waving the feather in the other hand.
Core
Shatter nodded and started to run off, noticing the male following.
ZM
Chara didn't look back so she didn't notice until she wondered what was making shatter as far back as she was.. "hurry up shatter?" She calls.
Core
Shatter used her wings to jump up and kick the male,
ZM
Chara heard the male cry out as shatter gouged his chest
ZM
Chara's curiosity wins and she looks back making sure to look low.
Core
Shatter killed the male, turning back. “He wouldn’t take a hint!”
ZM
"Oh I think he took it shatter haha!" She goes back and gets a couple more feathers for fun. "Alright let's get back."
Core
Shatter nodded, following
ZM
When they got there chara waves the feathers at the princess. "There you go. Why do you even have the gem if you're willing to give it up that fast?"
Core
“Getting the feathers is not that easy.” The woman said, tossing the blue gem to Chara
ZM
"OK better question, where did you get the gem?"
Core
“This lady with floating hair and glowing eyes gave it to me.”
ZM
"Didn't she tell you not ta give it away? Cause dang."
Core
“She told me find someone worthy.”
ZM
"Cool. Guess we win~" she sets the gem in, bright red color slowly dies down as it settles in. Chara spins the outside ring.
Core
It landed on pegasus
ZM
She showed shatter with a smile it glowed yellow.
" pegasus huh." Chara says "wonder what it'll be like"
Core
“Says Dracopedia AU, so more feathers.”
ZM
"well a'ight. not sure exactly what that means but i like surprises. let's go" chara says.
Core
“Also be careful, this au has my most dangerous forms
ZM
"eh, we're fine. we've got you."
Core
“True.” Shatter shrugged, making a portal to the mountains.
ZM
the three of them enter, it's late at night with a new moon making it pretty dark. the three of them made their own light for each of them. "okay, so, where is this thing?"
Core
“Well it lives in the mountains, so somewhere here”
ZM
"do these kinds of pegasuses... like, make nests?" chara asks
Core
“Kinda?” Shatter started, turning into an eight legged lizard large enough for Chara and Tonic to ride up the steep slopes. “They make large areas of flat stone to roost.”
ZM
"huh." chara hops on with tonic. "you have good night vision in this form shatter?"
Core
‘Actually it’s pretty decent, this is a Saharan Basilisk by the way’ she said, climbing up the slopes
ZM
they climb until they hit the top where it flatten out. there is a cliff in front of them they'd have to climb to get higher.
Core
Shatter looked around, sniffing the ground
ZM
the watch starts to glow indigo again. tonic holds it in a certain direction and it gets brighter.
Core
“I got a scent” Shatter said, turning the same direction. And bolting
ZM
tonic looses there balance almost falling off shatter's back. chara leans forward holding tight. "weeee! hahah " chara squeels.
Core
Shatter used her tail to help Tonic stay on as she climbed
ZM
shatter climbs up some of the cliff but than the sent is to the right. she can't see anything that way but the sent clearly leads that way.
Core
She turned to follow the sent, the basilisk’s eyes were small so this form mainly relied on scent anyway.
ZM
the cliff ended there, the mountain side dropping drastically. the sent came from inside the wall they climbed on, there was a spell of some sort on it it seemed as shatter touched it, the wall quivered.
Core
Shatter used her tail to snake the wall, again and again.
*smack
ZM
the harder she hit it the more it pushed back, like counter.
Core
Shatter growled at this. ‘You two get off for a second
ZM
there was a small ledge that they were able to stand on, though it was very thin they both did as they were told, tonic's light helping a lot.
Core
Shatter went over and started digging, something this form was great at
ZM
she could see that the spell was a bubble and went all around the protected area, even in the rock.
Core
Shatter bit at it, trying to tear
ZM
that was the most effective as the bubble's crease she made with the bite turned a light green
Core
She shook her head as she continued to bite
ZM
she eventually got through that, a bit more rock in her way before she could go into the grotto. shatter could hear sounds coming from in there. tonic inches their way over to where shatter was watching.
Core
Shatter dug through the rock with ease, once she made a big enough hole she went and got Tonic and Chara
ZM
the inside of this little hide away was quite nice. very cozy. there was a young looking Pegasus on the ground under some kind of animal pelt.
ZM
tonic and chara go in, chara looking around and finding gems. "oooo" she bends down to them and sees a little dragon there. much younger than the Pegasus. it was garding the gems
Core
“Dragonettes?’ Shatter questioned, confused. ‘They are domesticated so that must mean-‘ Shatter said before screeching as an arrow went through one of this form’s small eyes.
ZM
tonic jumped in surprise before bolting to where the arrow came from intending to rip up who ever did that's arm or whatever.
Core
He saw a male human. “Watch our you two! Basilisks are deadly, I’ve never seen one this far from the desert...” Shatter scratched the arrow out, blue blood stained that side of her face.
ZM
tonic bit into this guy's arm and pulled him to the ground.
Core
The guy had on armor. “What are you doing imp?! I saved you!” The man said, throwing Tonic into the dirt. Shatter heard this and hissed, raising her spines. She now could just barely see anything
tonic shook their head. "No! don't hurt her!" tonic growl/whines.
Core
“And why not?! They are dangerous!” The man yelled
Core
(He’s so cute argh!!! Shatter you better protect the bean!!)
ZM
"She wasn't hurting anyone." They say firmly. "Who are you?" Tonic asks sitting up. (Yee shatter, tonics gonna get in all kinds of trouble.)
Core
“It is after my steed! And I am Orion, rider of the winged horse.” He said.
ZM
"Funny that, we just met the representative of orion somewhere else." Tonic says quietly. "Do you mean that filly? It's hardly a steed."
Core
The horse seemed to hear this and charged at Tonic. Shatter heard the galloping and quickly got over Tonic, using herself as a shield.
ZM
Tonic being the skittish thing that he is jumped again. tonic tries to reason with the man saying they didn't know what they were doing and they were just looking for something. Chara saunters out of the cave thing holding the small dragon in her arms petting it as it purred watching the spectacle.
Core
It was a hatchling, fire red and covered in black spots, The man calmed down the horse, who and a golden collar with an indigo gem in the center. Shatter stayed over Tonic.
ZM
Tonic looked to shatter as if questioning if they should ask for the stone.
Core
Shatter nodded softly( Night)
ZM
"um... sir? That is actually what we're looking for." Tonic points to the horses neck. Chara steps over to them.
Core
“The gem? Do you have the ring?” He asked.
ZM
"Yes." Tonic nods as chara fishes it out of her pocket and shows him.
Core
“I see, well...” he took the gem out of the collar. “This is yours then.”
ZM
Chara's hands are full or else she would have taken it it, tonic takes it instead. "Why are you giving it up so easily?" Tonic asks
Core
“That barrier is not easy to get through, not to find it in the first place. You passed the test.” He said
ZM
Tonic looks unsure but thanks him anyway. Chara pats the dragons head until it hears the filly make a sound and flies over to it.
Core
Shatter turned back to her normal form, holding a hand over her left eye.
ZM
Tonic motioned for shatter to go down to their level
Core
Shatter was sitting down. “Oh, you are a shapeshifter.” Orion said “No shit Sherlock.” Shatter hissed, salty because eyes took forever to heal.
ZM
Chara giggles and goes up to pet the pegasus. Tonic heals shatter's eye with a drop of magic form their claw.
Core
“It needs to heal naturally, otherwise it may miss details.” Shatter explained to Tonic The Pegasus stomped a foot.
ZM
Tonic pouts and cuddles next to shatter instead. Chara copies the pegasus.
Core
Shatter sighed. “You two okay if we stay here until my eye heals?” The Pegasus snorted
ZM
"Fine with me" Chara says. Tonic shrugs
Core
Shatter laid down, closing her eyes. “You know, my core is blind.”
ZM
"Yeah? Why do you bring this up?" Chara asks while inspecting it's wings
Core
“Well, the first thing I ever saw was death, made me not want to see any more, but, I’m glad I can see you and Tonic.” Shatter said with a slight smile
ZM
"Awwwww~ break my heart, shatter!" Chara grins pulling at the wing to see how it bends. Tonic placed their head on shatter's belly resting with her.
Core
The Pegasus smacked Chara with its wing. Shatter continued to just chat. “Remember that other Nightmare? I think that’s because the Norse au shares the same creator as ours.”
ZM
"That so? Guess that'd make sense hm?" Chara shakes her head from the hit. Surprised by how soft the feathers are.
Core
“Yeah, in some of the aus with actual stars are limited, but rather interesting. One is where everyone is like opposite, then one where Dream and Nightmare swapped, one were the apocalypse happened, one with medieval kingdoms, and one where Geno and Dream made this deal.”
ZM
"What kinda deal?" Chara leaves the horse alone.
Core
“Not sure, but that au is a lot different from the others because of it.” Shatter explained
ZM
"Hm." Chara sits by shatter and starts to play with the loose rocks nearby. Orion and his pegasus head back to the hideaway
Core
“And one au, stars are bio weapons.” Shatter added
ZM
"Like you?"
Core
“No, no. Like robots with a soul stone core, you know, made by humans. Let me tell you that the one with the blades is ridiculously fast.” Shatter explained
ZM
"I'd bet. A star made only for fighting would really be something scary. So shatter, I'm a little foggy on bioweapons, it means using living things like germs or whatever to fight other living things? So even though they are made by humans they're still alive. Right?"
Core
“Well, it literally means ‘living weapon’ so anything alive, and they are.” Shatter said
ZM
"Uh-huh, how did they make them?"
Core
“Don’t know, I left fairly quickly.”
ZM
"Aw, that's too bad."
Core
“You would leave too if you were getting your ass kicked by something too fast to hit.” Shatter defended herself
ZM
"Not blaming ya, but it's still a shame. What was this star's name? Cause it's reminding me a lot of shadow lol"
Core
“C-5.”
ZM
Tonic fell asleep, "i'ma call her carma with a C. I hate the stupid code names. Anyway, what was your favorite place you've visited shatter?" Chara checks her soul with the small peice of gradients core sticking out of it still. The spread of the green seems to have stopped though. Lv 15.
Core
“Hmmm the jelly shroom forest.”
ZM
"sounds squishy."
Core
Shatter opened her eyes, the left one now healed. “So, ready for the next one?”
ZM
"i am but looks like tonic passed out."
Core
Shatter looked and chuckled, picking up the sleeping boy. “Well, next is dragon, so chances are it’s going to be here.”
ZM
draco's color glowed a silvery white with a tint of red. chara looks at it "i'll take your word for it, but i'd find it strange she'd hide two in the same world." tonic shifted in shatter's arms getting more comfortable.
Core
“Well, I told you before, this world is one of the most dangerous.” She reminded. “We should really stay here until Tonic Wales up....”
ZM
The watch's brightness stayed steady. "I say we go into their little cave if they'll let us."
Core
“We’re fine right here.” Shatter said, setting Tonic down.
ZM
"whatever. you know that thing could be out for hours. why don't you just wake them up?"
Core
“Because that is rude.” Shatter said.
ZM
"pfff, fine. maybe the dragon will come to us."
Core
“Not likely...” Shatter said
ZM
chara lays down with a huff.
Core
“Sorry, I know you are excited.”
ZM
she grunts as a reply.
Core
“Look, how about truth or dare in the meantime?”
ZM
"sure, how's that work? i made up shit when i played that with asy."
08/13/2019
ZM
"I never got to play with other humans. I just watched them sometimes."
Core
“Well, I say truth or dare, then you choose to answer something with only the truth or do a dare.”
ZM
"Uhhhh okay truth"
Core
“Are you using me?” Shatter asked, rather seriously
ZM
Chara was instantly shocked. She opened and closed her mouth unsure what to say.
ZM
"....uh.." she laughs it off. "I thought this was supposed to be fun?"
Core
“Yes that is the general purpose, But it is also good excuse to get answers,” Shatter said
ZM
She blinks. "And if I refuse to answer?"
Core
“You get punched in the arm.”
ZM
Chara groans. "Shatter! Come on! I don't even think I know the answer to that!"Tonic stirs from the noise before falling back asleep.
Core
“Then you accept the punch?”
ZM
"....I guess."
Core
Shatter punched her in the air hard enough for it to sting. “Your turn
ZM
She rubs her arm disheartened with a sigh. "Truth or dare?"
Core
“Dare.” Shatter said
ZM
"I dare you to wake tonic up so we can fucking leave."
Core
“Fine, Fine.” Shatter said, gently shaking Tonic. “Come on, wake up sleepy head.”
ZM
Tonic slowly shakes their head and blinks at shatter half alseep.
ZM
"Yes shatter?" He asks yawning.
ZM
"Shatter's being mean to me so I made her wake you up."
Core
“Sorry, “Shatter apologized, I promise you can rest on the way.
ZM
"Mmm, okay." Tonic wraps their arms around shatter's neck closing their eyes again.
Core
Shatter carried Tonic like a backpack. “You got the ring?” Shatter asked Chara
ZM
"Sure do." She holds it up as it shines brightly to the north.
Core
“Well, the sea orc’s lair is north..” Shatter said
ZM
"Alright." She walks that way. Unnaturally silent for her
Core
“Hey, Sorry if I made you upset.” Shatter said
ZM
She shrugs. "...It made me mad that I don't know the answer. Not your fault."
Core
“Oh, I see, well do tell me when you figure it out.”
ZM
"...fine." They see the orc's lair ahead of them. Murmuring can be found in that direction.
Core
It was a cave surrounded by water, Shatter turned into a lapras. ‘We have to be careful of rocs.’
ZM
"Yeah I'd assume seeing the name. Think they captured the dragon?"
Core
“No, rocs are giant birds, they might They to eat me in this form.’
ZM
"Well then get out of that form stupid?"
Core
‘What else do you expect me to use? Rocs will eat anything I do!’
ZM
"Try a laprass? How big are these things?" She looks around to see one.
Core
There was what looked like a cliff, at least 1500 feee tall, it opened an eye and stretched out it’s wings. ‘Shit!’
ZM
"WOOOW!" Chara squeals. "SO PRETTY!!!"
Core
The roc looked over, seeing shatter. ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!” Shatter hissed, diving down
ZM
"Shatter! Look how cool it is!"
Core
‘It’s not cool!’ Shatter said as the roc flew into the air, watching the water.
ZM
The roc blocked all light out from the sun that was coming up. "Shouldn't we just leave??? Why the hell are you diving?"
"I feel tree cover would be better!"
Core
The roc dove its talons into the water and caught a whale, easily lifting the giant mammal into the air.
ZM
"Yeah, like that." Chara dunks her head under trying to find shatter but she sees nothing untill she notices a faint light that she assumes was tonic on shatter's back.
Core
‘Wasn’t me!’ Shatter cheered as she surfaced, letting Chara on her back so they could head to the lair
ZM
Tonic shakes off like a dog and chara gets on with them. "How fast did you dive?"
Core
‘Fast enough apparently.’
ZM
"Yeah sure." They get to the shore of the cave. Chara hops off into the black sand.
ZM
muttering is much louder on the shore. Chara sneaks around to the edge of the cave.
ZM
Chara sees a big gathering of orcs circling something, chara's not sure what it is. She quietly relays that info to shatter.
ZM
(These are sea orcs)
ZM
"perhaps. If the gem's in there that'll make this difficult. How strong do ya think these are?"
Core
“Well, a freybug won’t work... but a naga will.” Shatter said before turning into a cobra with four arms and a scorpion stinger at the tail
ZM
"so we're just gonna crash that party?"
Core
‘Hell Yeah’ Shatter hissed slithering over
ZM
Chara follows, they notice them right as they enter the cave and start making screaming like sounds at shatter and chara.
Core
Shatter was highly venomous in this form and would paralyze her victims
ZM
One of the orc's came over (Wait so, the orcs are in the water in a cave on the island right?) Jumping out of the water and whipping their tail at shatter's torso knocking her of balance.
Core
The cave is like the one kyogre is in)) Shatter hissed as she used her four arms to spin back around
ZM
some of the orcs go on the land to attack, biting at shatter's legs. Another snaps at chara as she hops on it back
Core
Shatter quickly nabbed the one that was going to attack Chara.
ZM
It slams against shatter as the others do something similar as back up. Chara desides to go check what they were circling while they're destracted. Chara manages to get around most of them as they attack shatter. There's a big pool of blood fogging the area making it hard to see what's inside.
Core
There was a red gem in the water. Shatter’s teeth weren’t for tearing to she had to resort to her claws and stinger.
ZM
Chara darted into the fog grabbing for the gem she saw a glimpse of. As she waved her arms in the blood she hit chunks of flesh and bone. She eventually got what she wanted though it was covered in fleash. She swims up unharmed and calls "shatter! I got it let's leave!"
Core
Shatter turned back and teleported to Chara before teleporting to Tonic
ZM
they get out and the orc's aren't happy about that as they search for them, shatter and the others are on the other side of the lake, pretty safe from being found. "wooo! that was fun!" chara says as she wipes the gore off of the gem.
Core
“Sure, for you.”
ZM
"don't be like that. it's not like you got very hurt!"
Core
“True, but I was more worried about you.”
ZM
"yeah well you shouldn't be..... shatter? would you hate me if i was only using you?"
Core
“No, I don’t think I would, I don’t think I could at this point.”
ZM
"tch. well you should."
Core
Shatter shrugged, “it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, I’m just glad you are actually a great friend.”
( there's the color list, i got rid of the dog and bull cause they're too similar to wolf and touros. )
Core
Shatter started to say something and sighed, before looking at what was next; (file above)
ZM
(so that's the dog? or what?)
Core
(Greater dog)
Core
“Yeah but this is a different kind.”
ZM
"Right. I guess we'll just have to see when we get there." Tonic says nuzzling into her shoulder.
Core
Shatter nodded and turned into a lapras again. ‘Come on Chara’
ZM
She makes not a sound and gets on the lapras's back.
Core
Shatter swam across the shore
ZM
Chara stands on her shell looking into the water
Core
‘Truth or dare’
ZM
Chara shakes with anger 'shut up.' Though tonic couldn't hear them they could see the tension between them.
"Ummm. Did something happen while I was asleep?"
Chara rolls her eyes. "No, it's none of your concern "
Core
‘I’m just trying to lighten the mood.’ Shatter said
ZM
'Because that worked so well before.'
Core
‘Ok, how about I make you something? Like chocolate?’
ZM
'Not hungry shatter. Like i said before, just forget it.'
Core
Shatter sighed as they reached the next shore
ZM
Tonic and chara get off, this shore is very muddy. The watch calls for the next stone with a pure red color. Tonic looks around "which way shatter?"
Core
“There are some plains nearby, drakes normally live there.”
ZM
"Oh, so there's many of them?"
Core
“Well there are tons of drakes, hydras are rarer.”
ZM
Tonic nods and starts trotting through the plains.
Core
They saw some creature’s run past
ZM
Tonic looks back to make sure shatter's there before they go close to the animals.
Core
Shatter was trying to make up with Chara
ZM
"Shatter! I'm serious, forget about it!" The drakes land near the group seemingly curious of them and the light.
Core
(Drakes can’t fly, they run)
ZM
( dheidbdksbd, kk. I was thinking of a different critter. Want to send me a pic.)
Shatter growled at the pack.
ZM
They sniffed and snarled at shatter's hostility
Core
Shatter turned into a war Drake, different from these Common Drakes, she had her tail down, a sign she wasn’t interested in a fight
ZM
They weren't wanting a fight either, but they did seem interested in shatter's transformation and tonic in general. One nudged against tonics head with its snout.
Core
Shatter raised her tail and growled, lowering her body, showing she was defensive about Tonic like he was a pup
ZM
It didn't listen to shatter as it pushed tonic to the ground starting to lick them. Tonic giggled pushing it away.
Core
Shatter growled at this, showing her disapproval to the pack
ZM
They back off, as this isn't their territory and they were just looking for food to bring back to their group leader (the hydra)
They start to leave and drag the prey they already had.
Core
Shatter growled softly. Before sniffing the ground
ZM
Tonic shakes off the slobber and joins shatter attempting to smell for the gem as well though they can't smell anything
Core
‘Got the scent, come on.’ Shatter said, running towards the source
ZM
They both follow quickly
Core
One of the packs look outs saw shatter enter their territory
ZM
It made a howl like sound and instantly a a new group of drakes came after the group.
(meet pickett)
ZM
august 14 leo
Core
Shatter growled and kept herself in between the pack and the others
08/15/2019
ZM
The pack reached them, nipping at shatter and roaring, telling them to get lost.
Core
Shatter had more armor and sharper teeth, but she was outnumbered.
ZM
One rammed into shatter knocking her over, the drake climbed on her and started ripping st her neck.
Core
Shatter used her strong back legs to tear at her attacker’s stomach, her long claws meant for traction on land, thinking quickly she turned into a Shedu, or a winged lion, the natural predators of drakes. ‘Ok, I’m done playing fair
ZM
The drake's belly was pretty ripped up and it backed away as much as it could looking up at the shedu. The other drakes still had a job to do, no matter what, so even though they hesitate they attack her again anyway. One got a good grip on one of her wings.
Core
Shatter spun around and attacked the Drake, swatting it.
ZM
the cerberus noticing the trouble it's pack was in, grabbed the gem hiding it in its mouth, and sprinted towards the group. It seemed to be able to talk through telepathy. It clearly wasn't it's power, but given to it by someone else. 'Get out of home' it growled like an angry child.
‘Not until we talk!’ Shatter hissed, roaring at some of the drakes
ZM
One of the cerberus' heads ordered the pack to back up. The head on the right said 'there nothing to say! Trespass!'
Core
‘Only to find you!’ Shatter hissed,
ZM
they relax except the head on the right. The one on the left asks 'what want stranger?'
Core
‘We are after the gem’s of Singularity.’
ZM
'Can't have, it master's' says the middle 'important to master.'
Core
(So far the highest points is 20 with the exorcist) ‘Yes, But we found her ring, and wish to restore it.’ Shatter said.
ZM
The heads talk amungst eachother before looking at the group silently. Chara grows sick of it. "Well??? Make up your damn mind! Can we have it or not?" The head on the left says 'must check worthiness' 'Destroy shedu nest.' The heads all nod in agreement.
‘You want me to destroy a Shedu nest? They are an endangered species, how about I do you one better? A bull hydra nest.’
ZM
(That tail tho) 'hydra's don't bother pack. Must be shedu.'
Core
‘Fine, But only one cub, I do not want to be responsible for the extinction of a species’
ZM
'Than no deal.' They nod and turntail.
Core
‘Ugh Fine, I’ll destroy the nest!’
ZM
'Good' head on right than says ' back before sundown or test failed.'
Core
‘Fine...’ Shatter huffed, letting Chara and Tonic on her back
ZM
They climb on and chara sticks her tounge out at the beast as they run in the direction of the nest.
Shatter flew up to the nest. ‘They didn’t say we had to kill the cubs...’ Shatter told herself as she tore up the fur padding that made the nest. (This is a white Shedu)
(A roc☝️)
ZM
There were four cubs shivering covered in their moms shed fur watching shatter confused. The Cubs had little fur and if they were to leave they would certainly freeze.
Core
Shatter changed the nest, destroying the old one.
ZM
One of the cubs grew more curious and went up to shatter, they'd never seen a non artic of their kind. It made a little cub sound as if questioning her.
Core
Shatter chuffed nudging the cub back before flying away
ZM
"...shatter?" Tonic asks. "I don't think... that'll be good enough for the cerberus."
Core
‘They said destroy the nest, and I did.’
‘They never said I couldn’t fix it later’
ZM
tonic shrugs and enjoys the ride, not sure about that.
When they get back the cerberus is instantly unpleased. 'Didn't do as asked!'
Core
Shatter landed. ‘Yes I did, you never said I couldn’t rebuild it, nor did you say I had to kill the cubs.’
ZM
The cerberus is angry about the miscommunication. 'You know what ment! No gem until what asked is done! Whole nest! We watch, do it right.' The one who game them telepathy also gave sight sharing.
ZM
( *gave them)
Core
‘Fine!’ Shatter hissed, flying back. ‘Chara, can you keep the cubs warm?’
ZM
"Yeah."
Core
‘Ok, Shatter landed by the nest. There were three cubs
ZM
'Where is the other one?" Tonic asks.
Core
Shatter looked around and saw it fell off the cliff. ‘Poor thing.’
ZM
"more like dumb thing." chara says getting off her back and gathering the other cubs.
Core
‘The wind up here is bad’ Shatter explained, waiting for Chara to get the cubs before tearing up the nest
ZM
"shouldn't have been so close to the edge." after shatter's done chara makes a bubble and puts them in it. than she puts a fire around it to keep them warm. the babies can't break the bubble but a mom surly could.
Core
Shatter made her work quick. ‘Can you leave them here in the bubble?’
ZM
"yeah, they'll be fine."
the cubs scratch at the walls of the bubble.
Core
Shatter felt deep guilt leaving, but got herself to do it
ZM
when they get back once again the Cerberus just glares at them. it spits out the gem onto the ground. it's given up on it's communication and considers them strong enough for the gem anyway. if the cerberus could have told them better it would have meant 'kill all the cubs available. but it didn't so pff'
Core
Shatter took the gem.
ZM
"alright then." chara holds out the watch to shatter.
Core
Shatter placed the gem.
ZM
it fit into place and started to call for the golden quezlequatle.
it was clear that that gem wasn't in this world.
Core
Shatter looked at the file, ‘I’ve never heard of this au’
ZM
shatter opens a portal to a very dark space similar to the void. in the distance there is flashing lights changing colors. "weird place" chara says.
Core
Shatter walked through, cautious
ZM
the other two follow and the portal instantly disappears as if it didn't ever exist. as shatter tries to make another portal she's unable to. she can still shapeshift though.
Core
Shatter paused
ZM
this place echos like crazy and chara's having way too much fun with it. she starts by stomping on the 'ground' and than starts yelling nonsense. "SHATERR! THIS IS AN AMAZING ECHO!"
Core
‘I can hear that.’ Shatter smiled
ZM
chara walks to the flashing lights and they emit a song per each structure. she taps one and it blinks off.
ZM
"Hm.. I bet we need to recreate a song. The question is what is the song." Tonic steps on a tile that makes a 'bloop' sound
Core
Shatter turned into a Chatot and repeated the sound
Core
(Crazy Idea: T.G. Au Dream and Nightmare would always fly at night together because it made them feel like all the pain of having to hide was gone, but one night Dream kept her jacket on and said she wasn’t in the mood, Nightmare shrugged it off and flew, Dream watching from the rooftops. The next night, Dream told Nightmare she was tired and it was overcast. This time her sister was concerned and asked if anything was wrong. Dream forced a smile and told Nightmare that everyone was ok. Later that night as the two slept, Dream had a nightmare where she was flying during the early morning and a wire net tore up her wing, she crashed down, exposed to humans who tore off the wing. Dream woke up in a cold sweat, pulling the blanket closer to her as she looked at her sister. The third night came and Dream still didn’t want to fly with Nightmare. “What’s with you recently?” Nightmare asked. “It’s nothing, I promise, you just enjoy yourself.” Dream replied. “Stop lying to me Dream! You haven’t been able to sleep, and haven’t been eating either!” Nightmare said to her sibling who tugged on her own jacket sleeve. “Why won’t you fly?” “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to tonight.” Nightmare went to Dream, picking her sister in the air. “Why are you continuing to lie to me?!” “I’m sorry!” Dream said as her jacket fell off, revealing her left wing was gone. Nightmare in shock landed, Dream quickly hid her bloody back with her jacket, looking down. “I’m sorry Nightmare...” It’s based on a new song I added ‘Two birds on a wire’)
ZM
As chara pushed more buttons something was chamging. The area they were in seemed to get smaller everytime something was pushed.
Core
‘Hold on...we might get squished’
ZM
Chara stops. "Have a better idea genius?"
Core
Shatter looked at the floor, before turning into Ironhide. Then stepping in the correct pattern. “Simple key puzzle, typical of Nintendo games.”
( look at this new boi I got.) Chara cocks her head as a way is opened. "How'd you know the melody though???"
Core
“The height of the plates, it’s minimal but enough that I noticed.”
ZM
Chara then noticed and huffs. "Fiiiiine" she goes through the gateway and is transported to a forest area with ghost like creatchers. Also there's a frog just sitting there. Chara goes over and pokes the frog. It makes a croak but doesn't move
Core
(The creature is Bioweapon!Killer) “An echo forest?” Ironhide asked
ZM
One of the ghosts came up to iron hide looking down at her.
Ironhide sat down. “Hey buddy
ZM
it made gurgling sounds and shrunk down seemingly sitting aswell. Tonic went off on their own to try to find clues to the gem. The watch doesn't glow in this au. Tonic comes appon a street with a bunch of traffic cones blocking the way.
Core
Ironhide turned into Plasma, her ghost type form.
ZM
A bunch of other ghosts that look similar with different colors gather around shatter. Chara picks up the frog and it turns into a small egg. If she puts it back down it turns back. "Hehe. Cool."
Core
“They are wisps....” Plasma whispered
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Before I Met You | Twelve
Updates: Sundays
Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny) X Reader/OC
Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age
Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.
Warnings: Some swearing
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“Okay, I’m stuck.”
This morning, I had decided to text Jaemin to help me with my physics assignment. He agreed and we promptly met at one o’clock in the piano room. We sat at one of the two work tables, occupying the two chairs directly next to each other with our backs to the window.
Jaemin leans over, placing his hand on the edge of my seat right next to my thigh to get closer to my laptop screen to read the question. His shoulder is brushing against mine, but I don’t move away.
Okay, dude, you’re invading my personal space. I’m pretty sure you don’t actually need to get this close just to read the question.
But I’m also guessing that this is another sign you like me because you don’t seem to be bothered by it at all.
“It’s asking for the distance,” I say, trying to distract myself from our close proximity. “So I’m going to need the acceleration, but I’m not sure how to get that.”
“You can solve for it. They give you enough information.”
“They do?” I read the question again, a sudden epiphany occurring mid-read. “Oh, I’m dumb. I can solve for delta v and divide by the time.”
“Yep, that’s right! And no –” he turns to look at me and smiles “– you’re not dumb.”
I return his smile and glance at his laptop screen. “What are you working on?”
“Nothing really. I’m supposed to be working on a coding project, but I don’t really want to.”
So you’re just sitting down here – on your own time – helping me with physics when you should technically be working on a project…
“Oh, I’ve never tried coding before”
“It’s pretty simple. See, you can define ‘x,’” he says, quickly tapping several keys on his keyboard. “You can say ‘x’ equals five and then” – he hits ‘enter’ to move to the next line in the terminal – “‘x’ plus two and hit enter, and it’ll return seven!”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
I remain in the same position, comfortably seated all the way back in the chair, only turning my head and leaning in just enough to be able to see the small font on his computer. Okay, you definitely don’t need to be getting that close to me just to see. I can see perfectly from here. And you don’t even wear glasses… unless that’s why you’re leaning in… because you actually do need glasses… Eh, no matter, you wouldn’t be leaning into a complete stranger even if you did need glasses.
I shake my head, returning my focus back to my own computer, filling in the values into the equations in a notebook and punching the numbers into my calculator.
“So, who’s your other roommate?” I ask while submitting my final answer into the online assignment.
“Which one? Renjun?”
“No, I met Renjun. Who’s the other?”
“Oh, Jeno?”
“Jeno… so that’s his name…” I murmur to myself.
Jeno’s pretty cute. He has a very… manly look.
“Yeah, why?”
“No reason. I haven’t met him yet, so I was just wondering who he was.”
“Oh,” he remarks. “Yeah, he’s nice. He’s a chemistry major. You should introduce yourself.”
I nod. “I never see him around, but maybe next time!”
We continue this way for the next three hours. I sluggishly work through the questions, asking for his assistance when needed while he occasionally shows me some random YouTube video or coding thing. Honestly, I was surprised he stayed here with me this long. It’s Sunday afternoon; there are a million other things you could do that are much more exciting than helping your new housemate do her physics homework.
“Yay! I finished! Thanks for your help!”
“No problem!” he says, standing up and shutting his laptop. “I’m going to go upstairs to do my homework now.”
“Now?” I ask, perplexed. “Why didn’t you do it within the last –” I check the time and my eyes widen in shock. “– last three hours?”
He shrugs. “I was procrastinating, but I can just say I was helping you,” he says, following with a slight smirk and a wink.
I deadpan. Did he just – did he just wink at me?
“Anyway,” – his smirk morphs into a smile that’s genuinely warm – “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yep.” I press my lips together in a flat line. “See ya.”
I watch him as he leaves the room and turns left to head upstairs.
What the hell?
Thursday evening, I slowly open my eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the early evening twilight seeping in through the blinds. Stretching my arms above my head, I reach for my phone that I placed at the top of my pillow. I squint at the sudden bright light as I unlock it to check the time.
5:30. I napped for an hour and a half.
Jia was out for some club meeting so I had the room to myself for the next few hours.
Gradually, I sit up in bed, looking around the room as I try to shake off the sleepiness. In my groggy state, I decide that I’ll make a sandwich for dinner and then come back up to the room to call my dad.
While grabbing some groceries out of the fridge, I turn my head towards the door, hearing a muffled sound of Jaemin’s voice. In the short time here, I had learned that the walls in the house were not soundproof whatsoever. Unfortunately, the way I figured this out was because I heard some “things” going on when the girl living across from me brought her boyfriend back to her room.
Stepping out of my room, I look down the hall to see that the door to Jaemin’s room is wide open. He walks out of his room, holding a phone up to one ear and glances at me before continuing. He’s dressed nicer today – blue and white vertical striped button-up loosely tucked into his blue slacks. I shut my door and begin walking down the hall.
There’s a little inlet halfway down the hall with a small table and chair. A number of times, I’d walk by in the evenings and see one of my neighbors sitting there with a laptop. Something comes over me – a desire for more attention to continuing testing my suspicions. I walk into the inlet, setting my bag of groceries on the table and stand with one foot in the hallway, placing my weight on the other leg. I pull out my phone to read the text messages I received from Hyojin when he walks back into his room, gripping a package under his arm.
“Hey, I gotta go,” I hear Jaemin say.
When I look up again, Jaemin is walking towards me. He smiles. “Hey! What are you doing?”
“I just woke up from a nap so I’m going to go make a sandwich.”
“Oh, okay.” He nods and presses himself up against the wall opposite of where I’m standing. “Hey, so I was having some trouble with this physics problem… I think it was one you had last week. Do you think you could help me?”
I deadpan immediately, shifting my eyes to the right before returning my gaze back to him. Fortunately, I’m still groggy from my nap and can’t properly contort my face to express how confused I currently am.
You want me to help you with your physics problem when you’re in a harder class? What? Aren’t you the one that helps me?
“Uh,” I begin hesitantly. “Sure…”
“Okay! Uh, you can go make your sandwich and then I’ll meet you in the piano room?”
“Yeah…”
When he leaves, I continue to stand in place, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. I try to attribute my confusion to the residual sleepiness, but I know I can’t be convinced. He really just asked me for physics help, didn’t he? This sounds like another excuse to spend more time with me…
But I do as he says and make my sandwich, grab my backpack, and then find him at the same table we were at last weekend, except this time, we’re facing the window.
As I pull up last week’s physics homework, I sit there wondering how in the world I’m going to help him. If he doesn’t understand it, it’s unlikely that I would have understood it last week. The most I could do is let him see the solution and that’s not exactly helping him.
And guess what? That’s exactly what happens. The only saving grace is that he doesn’t understand the solution either; so he inputs the answer and calls it good because “it’s not like these homework questions are representative of the exam anyway.” He’s not wrong. Even I know that.
“I have to go meet some friends for dinner,” he says, quickly packing up his things. “So I’ll see you later.”
While he’s gone, I decide to do some reading for tomorrow’s lecture and finish up any of the prelab questions before tomorrow’s lab class. However, I find it difficult to concentrate as my brain wants to perform intense analysis on Jaemin rather than trying to understand Vibrio isolation.
Maybe he really only wanted the physics help because he knew I already had the solution. I’m sure he knew I wouldn’t be able to explain it to him and it’s not like he stayed either… I sigh. But that doesn’t explain the winking or sitting with me for three hours… Ugh, whatever, you need to finish studying for tomorrow.
After about an hour and a half, I hear the front door of the house open and I look over my shoulder. The light from the dining room across the way provides just enough light to make out Jaemin’s figure as he walks into the foyer. He glances at me and waves before going upstairs.
I purse my lips, feeling a bit disappointed that he probably wasn’t going to come back. I truly enjoyed his company. He was fun to talk to and showed me interesting things, including his water bottle collection he had accumulated from attending job fairs. Though I wasn’t interested in dating him, I did want to be his friend. At the very least, I could designate him as someone to go get dinner with and just hang out.
“Hey!” a voice says behind me.
I jump slightly upon realizing it’s Jaemin. He has his laptop and backpack in hand and pulls out the chair next to me to sit down. Oh! Huh… you came back.
“Hi, you came back to work?”
“Yeah, I just have something that should take a half hour.”
Several other residents had returned home and were sitting on the couches a few feet away discussing Pokémon Go.
“Have you ever played?” Jaemin asks me.
“No, have you?”
“Yeah, I played all summer,” he says, pulling out his phone. “It’s pretty fun, see? But yeah, I was here for an internship during the summer so I’d walk around campus trying to catch them.”
He spends the next few minutes searching up different Pokémon on the internet, showing me pictures and telling me about their abilities. I nod, commenting on the ones I found particularly cute. It’s nice; it’s so easy talking to him and we can easily talk about nothing without it ever feeling forced.
“Yay, I finished!” he says.
There’s that feeling in my chest again – the one of disappointment when I thought Jaemin wasn’t going to come back to hang out. I internally chastise myself.
“You going to turn in for the night?”
“Nah, I’ll stay down here.”
Three hours later, at eleven p.m., after having finished my biology homework, I decide that it’s time to return to my room to shower and get ready for bed.
“All right,” I say, gently closing my laptop and packing together my things. “I’m done for tonight.”
Jaemin trails behind me as we go up the stairs, telling me about an interview he has next week. There are three directions you can go once you reach the top of the stairs: right, left, or up to the next floor. Jaemin’s room is the first one on the left when you turn right. My room is at the end of the same hall.
As we near his room, I expect him to stop in front of his room and bid goodnight. Only, he doesn’t do that. He continues to follow me to my door as we pass his room.
“Hey, can you get my keys out of the top zipper?” I ask, turning my back to him. “My hands are full.”
“Sure!”
I feel him tug on the top of my backpack, followed by a jingling of my keys as he hands me my lanyard.
“Thanks!” I say as I try to separate the key fob from the rest of my keys.
“You’re a Vulpix!” he suddenly says.
“A what?”
I look at him and see that he’s looking at the printed photo on my door of a brown animal resembling a fox with a fluffier tail. Each door had the names of the residents living in that room and a Pokémon to “represent” each resident. He points to the photo above my name tag. “It’s a Pokémon. It’s one of the cuter looking ones.”
I blink several times, unsure of what to say given that I didn’t have much of an interest in Pokémon. “Oh.”
“Yeah, I think it suits you.”
I turn to look at him and he’s smiling again. He does have a nice smile. And I’d have to be blind to miss it, but there’s that look in his eyes again. The mischievous one.
You’re definitely charming, I’ll give you that.
I return a small smile back, allowing the slightest bit of amusement to be detected in my eyes. “Which one are you?”
“Charmander.”
“Does that one fit you?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.” He puts a hand on my shoulder. “Anyway, I’ll let you get to bed. Thanks for helping me today.”
I give him a crooked smile. “I didn’t really help you at all…”
“Of course you did!” he insists.
He still has his hand on my shoulder and as I look back at him, he’s gazing at me with an expression that I can only describe as ‘lustful.’ He’s conventionally attractive, but I still can’t say I’m interested in him. I just happen to like the attention. And I’m not flirting with him either – at least, I don’t believe I am.
But the next thing he does shocks me to such an extent I nearly drop all the books in my hand. He squeezes my shoulder and leans towards me, tilting his head down so that his mouth is near my ear.
“Goodnight,” he whispers.
He pulls back, a smug smirk on his lips, evidently amused by the stunned expression he catches on my face before he turns around to walk back to his room. I watch him until he reaches his door, unlocking it and glancing at me before slowly closing it and disappearing inside.
Okay, there’s no fucking way that wasn’t flirting.
It takes me another moment to gain enough composure to process what just happened before opening my own door.
“Who was that?” Jia immediately asks when I step inside.
“Jaemin,” I answer nonchalantly.
“He walked you back to the room?”
“Yeah…”
She gets up from her chair and hovers over my desk as I set my things down. “Did you ask him to help you with physics?”
“Um, no…” I bite my lip. “He asked me to help him with physics.”
“What?!” she exclaims.
“That was my response.”
She follows me into the bathroom, leaning in the doorway as I clip my hair back to take off my makeup and wash my face.
“Do you think he likes you?”
Jaemin’s “goodnight” continues to ring in my ears. The way he was grabbing onto my shoulder was a little more than “friendly.” Hell, whispering into my ear like that is more than “friendly.” There’s no way he’s not – at the very least – interested in me.
“Um, I think he’s interested in me…” I respond, attempting to say as little as possible.
“I saw you guys working together downstairs when I came home. I think he likes you!”
“I have no idea.”
Friday at noon, I returned home for lunch after finishing up my classes for the day. I sat in my room, watching reruns of NCIS while eating a sandwich and some fruit. My plan for the next few hours was to start on the physics homework that was due on Tuesday. I would attempt all of the questions and then ask Jaemin for help this weekend on the ones I couldn’t figure out myself.
I had sort of made an assumption that we would work together every weekend even if it wasn’t for him to help me with my physics homework. He stayed with me for three hours last Sunday and we studied together for the entire evening yesterday. Hell, he came back to study with me after he went to meet his friends for dinner. Dad is convinced Jaemin has a thing for me and even Jia is suspicious, but I’m trying to keep her out of it as much as possible.
I grab my keys and leave my room to run downstairs to wash my dishes and refill my water bottle before starting on my homework. But as I’m about to pass Jaemin’s door, my ears perk up due to the voices coming from his room.
“No, look, it’s really cool!” Jaemin says.
“No! I don’t want to go there! It’s so dirty!” a female voice responds.
“It’s not dirty! And they have really good samgyeopsal!” Jaemin replies.
I stop mid-step and slowly turn my head towards his door. What the –? Is… is that a girl in his room?
“Noo!” she whines again.
I check the time. It’s 1:45. Last Friday, Jaemin had come to say “hello” to me while I was in the piano room working on an assignment around this time. Our interaction was brief, as he told me he had to be in class at two. Hmm. He should be leaving soon.
I continue walking to the kitchen, figuring it’s probably best that I not get caught eavesdropping right outside his door. As I wash my dishes, I mentally strategize how to stay downstairs long enough to watch Jaemin when he comes down the stairs. I don’t have any of my study materials and I don’t want to risk wasting any time to go get them in case he leaves before that.
After filling up my water bottle, I walk into the dining room and place my things on one of the bar tables near the entryway. I choose to sit in the seat that looks into the foyer and pull out my phone, pretending to busy myself with replying to a text from Hana.
My head snaps up when I hear a door close followed by the voice of the female in question. I wait until I hear them walking down the stairs before getting up, keeping my head down, gaze focused on my phone.
I begin to traverse the stairs, briefly looking at the girl as she comes into view. My heart jumps. Why – why does she look so familiar? Jaemin is following behind her, keeping his gaze to the floor. As we’re about to pass each other, I look up from my phone as if I had just noticed he was there.
“Hey,” I greet.
“Hi.”
I continue up the stairs, rounding the spiral and glance at the girl from the corner of my eye, narrowing my eyes at her. When she reaches the door, she steps to the side, her hands clasped in front of her. She looks at Jaemin expectantly as he extends his hand to open the door for her. My nose wrinkles with a slight disgust at the interaction I just witnessed. She purposely moves out of the way for him to open the door for her?
When I return to my room and sit down at my desk, a sudden realization hits me. Wait a second. I know why she seems familiar!
I log into Facebook and type in a name.
Jisu Choi.
As soon as the page loads, my jaw drops.
Staring back at me is Jisu’s profile picture of a smiling Jaemin with his arm around Jisu.
Holy shit! Jaemin has a girlfriend!
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A Recorded Life (32/50) - Miraculous Ladybug
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Chapter Summary: A few days after the release with Jagged Stone, many things have gone back to normal. Well, kind of. Adrien and Marinette have been having a lot more sleepovers and movie/game nights, but they're just friends, right? Hawkmoth says time for another akuma!
Author's Note: i have a love/hate relationship with this one. I really wanted to write another akuma battle but it was really hard for some reason, but I like everything else about the chapter. Also, I want to see Marinette and Adrien play Mario Kart.
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Alya, Nino, and Chloé were ecstatic. On Friday, Master Fu had left Miraculous boxes in their rooms for them. Clearly, he agreed it would be beneficial to have the extra backup against Hawkmoth and his newfound persuasiveness. Marinette knew it was hard for Master Fu to let other Kwamis out in the world, but it would really give Marinette and Adrien a hand.
And they had been helping out! Hawkmoth akumatized a kid over the weekend, and it was the perfect chance to give Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee a chance to get back out there. It's safe to say Hawkmoth wasn't expecting it, and he was probably going to up his game with there being more Miraculous holders against him. The team needed to be prepared.
After a week, Adrien and Marinette have been having as many sleepovers as they can get. Adrien keeps telling his father and Nathalie he has projects with her, and he kept calling or texting to say he was staying the night, it was safer than waiting around for a ride home. For some reason, Nathalie didn't argue it.
"They asked me if I know who Rena Rouge and Carapce are," Adrien said as they raced in Mario Kart.
"What did you say?" Marinette asked. "Ha! Blue shell coming for you!" She cheered.
Adrien groaned when he dropped into fifth place. "I told them I had no clue. They and Chloé just showed up the other day, and we've been making do."
"Good idea," Marinette nodded. "We don't need anyone knowing their identities, us and Chloé are enough," She sighed. "Yes!" She jumped up as the screen showed he crossing the finish line in first place. "Told you I play too much Mario Kart."
With a defeated nod, Adrien laughed as Marinette went on to select the next course. "They also kind of mentioned they don't like how much I've been over here? They think it's weird."
"Well, are you going to stop?" Marinette turned her head to look at him.
"No way, I have to beat you at Mario Kart eventually!" He pushed her shoulder. "I told them I was at Nino's helping him catch up on school work."
Marinette chuckled when she selected Rainbow Road. "And they believed it because they don't like Nino and probably think he isn't good at school."
"Naturally," Adrien said. "God, I'm gonna fall off this map like seventeen times in the first lap. Why, Mari?"
Just as Adrien said that, he drove right off the course. He also drove off the course when he heard a crash. "What a shame! An Akuma attack!" Adrien called out. "Guess we can't finish the race."
Marinette rolled her eyes. "We'll be playing later," She said as the turned off the TV and stood up.
"Tikki."
"Plagg."
The two transformed into their superhero selves and saw a flash of light come from a few blocks away. Ladybug opened her yo-yo to call the others, but Rena Rouge and Carapace were already running towards her and Chat Noir, and Queen Bee was coming from behind. "Good, we all heard the crash," Ladybug announced and tucked her yo-yo back onto her waist. "Has anyone seen anything?"
"Not yet," Rena Rouge responded. "Just heard the Akuma come from that way," She pointed behind her. "And Carapace and I figured this is where we would find you."
Queen Bee furrowed her eyebrows. "What? No, the Akuma came from that way," She pointed in the opposite direction.
Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other. "Don't tell me there's two," Chat Noir said. "That's not...normal?" He sighed.
"Okay, I guess we have to split up. Carapace, you come with me. The three of you head towards the one Rena Rouge heard," She directed to the group. "Everyone, stay safe."
Ladybug and Carapace took off in the opposite direction. "Two akumas? Has he done that before?" Carapace asked Ladybug.
"Not to start with. We've had it where they can duplicate, but that doesn't normally happen until after a little while," She replied. "I'm not even sure if they're the same Akuma, or two different people."
Ladybug held her yo-yo up to her ear. "Chat, you guys see anything?" She asked.
"Yeah, over by the school. You?" He replied.
"Not yet," Just as she said that, there was a crash right around the corner. "Now we do."
Chat Noir grunted as he jumped out of the way. "All this Akuma has done is throw cars at us and grunt. He hasn't said anything."
"We're just encountering ours. Stay safe," She said and put the yo-yo back on her waist. She nodded to Carapace, and at the same time they began running towards the Akuma. It looked like Stoneheart, but three times his size and a lot more violent. Stoneheart was years ago, why did Hawkmoth decide to create this one now?
Carapace laughed. "The old man must be running out of ideas," He said.
"Maybe we can beat him the same way we did years ago," Ladybug thought out loud. Just as she was about to call her lucky charm, Carapace yelled and grabbed her arm.
"Shell-ter!" He screamed, and a shield popped up around them. "What the hell is happening?" He asked as they stared at the Akuma.
The Akuma seemed to pixelate, and was shrinking down. The Akuma was now a copy of The Puppeteer, but again, three times the original size. "Manon?" Ladybug called out. She looked so different, but that was what she looked like when she was Akumatized.
"I am not Manon!" The Akuma yelled. "I am Copy. And you will give me your Miraculous!" The Akuma demanded. Though they looked like the Puppeteer, they sounded nothing like Manon. The voice was distorted, switching from really deep to really high, and everything in between.
"Well, this should be...interesting," Ladybug signed and called Chat Noir on her yo-yo. "You figure out what your Akuma can do?"
Chat Noir was breathing heavily. "Oh yeah," He said as he was running. "Yours changing from Akuma to Akuma, too?"
"Yep. Twins, maybe?"
"That, or one is a fake," Chat Noir replied.
"I doubt it," Ladybug said. "He wouldn't want to risk not getting a Miraculous."
With a groan, Chat Noir hung up his baton. "What's she been saying?" Ladybug asked Carapace.
Carapace shrugged. "I think they're trying to persuade you again."
"I won't let that happen. I've got too many other things to worry about and won't be persuaded," Ladybug determined.
"And if it takes over, you now I got your back, dude," Carapace promised.
Ladybug smiled and nodded. "Okay, I have a plan."
As Ladybug explained the plan quickly and quietly to Carapace, Copy was shifting into any Akuma that could break through the forcefield. Nothing was working, but it sure was distracting.
As Copy retreated back to switch Akumas again, the forcefield dropped to start the plan.
"Ah, I see you're finally deciding to join me," Copy, now Silencer with a twist, pointed out. They changed again, now as Lady Wifi, holding up the phone and ready to strike.
Copy started throwing the pause buttons at Ladybug and Carapace, both of them dodging flawlessly. Copy was clearly getting frustrated. "Come on, Marinette," Copy sing-songed. "Where's Adrien? Aren't you worried that since you guys are separated, he could be hurt?" Copy asked. "If you give me your Miraculous, you could go save him now."
Ladybug stopped moving and stared at Copy. "Ladybug! Don't!" Carapace yelled as he stood next to her.
She burst out laughing. "You think I'd fall for that again?" She directed at Copy. "No way! I know the rest of my team is safe, and they're just as strong. Hawkmoth really needs to learn some new tricks."
"Come on," Copy egged on. "Listen to me, your best friend," They continued. "Go ahead and hand it over."
Ladybug didn't move again, but saw Carapace sneak away while Copy was focused on Ladybug. She was staring at Copy, while Copy was slowly getting closer.
Marinette didn't realize how long the back and forth lasted, but it was a while. She continued to lead Copy to believe she almost was going to give up her earrings, but at the last second would back out. She couldn't imagine how annoyed Hawkmoth was, but she knew he wouldn't give up.
Finally, after Copy was almost going to give up, Carapace threw his shield from behind and hit Copy in the head. Copy fell forward, and at the perfect time, Carapace yelled, "Shell-ter!" And captured Ladybug and Copy into a green forcefield.
Copy was nearly losing consciousness, which seemed to make it hard to focus on being Lady Wifi. Copy pixelated again, turning back into what Ladybug guessed was what Copy really looked like. She picked up the piece of paper in Copy's hand.
"Oops," She said when she ripped it in half, and the Akuma flew out. "Well, isn't that lucky! No more evildoing for you, little Akuma."
Ladybug captured the Akuma, and Carapace dropped the forcefield. They high-fived each other, and ran as fast as they could to find the other three heroes and capture the other Akuma. Just as Ladybug and Carapace arrived, they saw their Akuma pixelating just like the other one, and Rena Rouge snapped the paper out of Copy's hand. "Gotcha!" Ladybug yelled as she landed in front of Copy and the other heroes.
"Talk about perfect timing," Rena Rouge said as the purified Akuma flew away.
"Where's Chat?" Ladybug asked, looking around.
Rena Rouge pointed to a building a few rooftops away. "He got hit and went to go recharge, but Queen Bee and I handled the rest of Copy. Speaking of, we should help them get home."
Ladybug nodded. "Yeah, of course. You and Carapace can take care of that, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's no problem," Rena Rouge said and started to walk towards her respectful twin.
Ladybug took off toward the rooftop Chat Nour was on. "Adrien, are you okay?" She said when she saw Chat Noir laying on the roof.
Chat Noir started to sit up. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little hit."
Grabbing his hands, she helped Chat Noir stand up. "You had me worried," Ladybug said as she pulled him into a hug.
When they released, Chat Noir and Ladybug- no, Adrien and Marinette, were staring at each other. With very little thought, they looked at each other, and leaned in to share a kiss.
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